Words With a Venomous Sting

No pleasure to poets will cruel deception bring through mendacious words with a venomous sting Clumsy are the fingers thrusting a poisoned dart Villany flows from the arteries of a wicked heart What keeps one hidden in fear behind a mask lurking in shadows whilst imbibing from a flask It's a path encrusted with derision and pretense One a fool walks when guilt becomes immense What price for a soul that's died too many deaths or a life once more restored with sinister breaths How many graves dug when loose threads unravel Move on before the judge wields his mighty gavel Only the naive and gullible would dare to believe such repugnant lines written and meant to deceive A weed in a garden, secreted among stalks of wheat soon to wither and wilt. Such is the fate of a cheat Vinegar in ink from a pen's nib has been interlaced Woe to a deplorable life when it has been disgraced Jagged, the rusted edge honed by a dour personality In darkness looms the lonely; a hallmark of depravity