In The Hands Of A Deceiver Poem by Marqese Dabbs

I should have known
You where deceiving the moment I met you
A fatale with an aura of charm and mystery
Fakely weeping, seeping into my sympathy
So I will give you everything, you'll never change your ways
A seduction of womanly form eager to set the guillotine
In the hands of a deceiver
Foolishly I did not know the scent of a frozen heart
The rose I thought she was couldn't be more pale and dying
I was yearning to share the immortal flesh
But all I did was excite her manipulate self
As she spits on the sheets of a poor man poet
Her unearthly laugh sobriety of blackened laughs
Poignant to my own ways
Having to rid myself of a false embrace
A love that was nothing more but a cruel joke
She can have all of my sorrow, all of pain thinking of why
Walking into the fire, choking on the smoke of my own generosity
Now burn my name
Drown the remains
For I am nothing more but a fragment of past
Just an old toy, a memory that holds no weight
Another man, soon to be a laughable moment of her life
one with nothing