Stalking my presence with unpleasant motives to conceal,

Another round as the truths drowned so corrosive and surreal,

Never a leg to stand on in quicksand sinking into deception,

Correction of the intensity in lies with density of her infection,

Injection into my mind for I can't find the truth in misdirection,

It'll never end as she makes time bend in this insurrection,

This torment by the devil's artist chambers children under this Sycophant Narcist.
© Kenny Pariseau