His Darkened Shell

Her cruel and bitter lies were masked with the sweetest honey.

She craved diligence from all in her presence, but still forsake d the pleas for her's from others.

Like a damaged equine in blinders he noticed not her deceit.

Therefore his addiction to her grace was placed above all else.

He did not feel the withering of his steadiness, until he was required to stand alone.

His clamber from the depths of despair persisted deeper than his slow tumble from dignity.

Buried beneath tear-stained eyes he can at last understand his journey's end.

For at long last the ache of loving her is far greater than the pain of life without.

-Johnny V.