Truth and Lies

Deep within a darkened abyss,

I lay hidden from everyone I should ever miss.

Lies formed and dwelled within tattered goblets,

before one tipped and the truth spewed out in dread-filled droplets

Golden cup poisoned from a toxic rain

that lay stagnant upon the back of pain. 

Thine or mine? One cannot attest.

Not from the origin, let alone the rest.

This dish held my only secret confirmed;

it knew my only weakness and I now I'll be burned

at the stake for my wickedness and my sin.

There will be no song to distract; not even a hymn.

They will strive for a kill;

tear me to shreds, merely for thrill.

Their cackling laughs will fill the air;

with taunting smirks, if they should dare.

Facades of smiles: Deliberate manipulations

Bipolar fits: Angered tribulations

All compiling, formulating a raging storm.

With horror, I wished I was never born.