Proceed With Caution

Entangled by words

by Actions that speak in

LOUD and vaguely annoying tones that

fall into my psyche-

You see my smile

BUT- be wary-

for if it reaches not my eyes then yours may be plucked

in astonsihment.

I hold it all, close within my burning breast - the vile,

vinegar of sauciness and salaciousness rising with bitter brew...

And then you speak -

And I spew ...

Volcanic molten magma not fit for little pitchers - defending my own ideal

And if you are wrong, and I wrong me- I hold that too.

Bearing grudge and careful witness to your crimes.

I shall retaliate - in time. You have placed the poison well and I am made to spread it's vitriole and harsh effects well.

Do not cross the line that feeds my demon soul - black of heart and rich in reimbursement

of your unkind deeds and words.

The furious fire held deep within shall erupt, burning, seeping carnage to all you have built, perhaps my fortresses as well. But fair is fair.

Know that I see well into your deepest disposition, and I am a watcher. My pain will linger, singeing my soiled soul until I must dole it out generously to you - with words spoken in whispers and angelic actions that belie your true intentions and bare them naked to the world.

I defend what is mine- honour, beloved, intention and position. Lie not about me, or lieth in your insidious froth as I take from you your glory.