Dressed up as inverted love, banes of pretence
Leave in their wake more pain and heartache
Than a shark teeth's bite that tears flesh and hence
Kills its prey in a sea of sorrow beyond a lake.
Warm breath from a tiger and bared teeth
Are a better option than the hypocrisy
Dished out by folks on whom one's breath
And love are wasted when water-boarded in a frustration sea.
Incomprehensible why pain flows from purported loved ones
Who with callous calculations sink daggers
Into a partner's back with tonnes
Of deliberation and premeditation as a victim staggers.
Souls intoxicated with vats of hatred
Inflict pain on partners without a second thought
As though they were painting their Judas lips red
In readiness to hop from bed to bed and score nought.
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