Echoes of Lies…

Turbulence so strong to escape is constant. With no end, echoes of lies and betrayals fearlessly occur every day.  Like an allergic bee sting I am caught in a place where I cannot breathe. The truth is always fiction and the love is just a scam. Not by one but by them all.

Surrounded by beast with no conscience, logic, or authenticity; undermining the essence of who I am. Not realizing that the wrath has not yet been released. There is no strength greater than I. There is no world darker than mine. I do not forget, flee or hide. 

A line that should never be crossed for the aftermaths are sharp stings like below zero winds amongst naked flesh. Tell me weakened being, what shall occur once there is no longer a way for me to hold this in? Will you plead for mercy? Will you point the finger like most cowards do? Unfortunately, there is nowhere to run, and definitely no fingers to point here. When I break you shall witness it all and forget nothing.  A force to be reckoned with has pulled the last straw; all locks burst opening a place you could never foresee.

There is only so much one being can take and yet with no logic you forgot to do your research on those of my kind. Only in this darkened chamber will you be left bitterly broken, chosen by your wicked deeds. You will find you have no shield to protect you. This is not a place of rest. You have reawakened into your own nightmare; repeating your torturous ways as lying words scorch your flesh continuously to remind you of your fate. Make no mistake there is no way out. You may beg and plead persistently for forgiveness wanting to leave my darkened fortress. Yet you will soon come to realize it is not that easy. You have gone too far.  

The aftershock is quite authentic for me as I will retreat to who I truly am, such peace I find. As I reclaim my line that should never be crossed, you are forever filled with grief, doubts, reoccurring memories of all your deeds knowing you can never go back!

“Such a pleasure; opening you up to my world.”

Nancey Rodriguez©2017

One thought on “Echoes of Lies…

  1. Reblogged this on "The revolving door" series Official site and commented:

    With no end, echoes of lies and betrayals fearlessly occur every day.  Like an allergic bee sting I am caught in a place where I cannot breathe. I do not forget, flee or hide.  A line that should never be crossed for the aftermaths are sharp stings like below zero winds amongst naked flesh.

    As I reclaim my line that should never be crossed, you are forever filled with grief, doubts, reoccurring memories of all your deeds knowing you can never go back!

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