Prying Eyes

Hidden lies, guilty secrets
A night of prying eyes discovered

Face went white, heartbeats quickened
As Pandora opened her box

Confrontation never looks pretty
This one had an ugliness never seen before

Words danced about, angry and unrestrained
But the soul weakened with each utterance

What do you know,
The truth ain't pretty either

The circle of trust fades away
In its place is now a big blotch of doubt

The prying eyes are just tired now
The guilty secrets, just mistakes

What's left?
A dull ache
A hollow of other words that were swallowed
No hate. No love.

Isn't that just fair enough?
The prying eyes got just what they deserved.

Poison

It started out as a speck. A little dot. A doubt. 

Black, acidic, burning venom 

Stinging everyone in its path

It grew.

What do you do?

How do you deal with this poison?

Distress, pain, hatred, bitterness

That's what it causes; 

And

That's why it's alive in the first place.

Dark spots under your eyes on your pale skin; proof of its existence. 

When you cry for help, it feeds on your desperation.

It grows. A little stronger, a little larger.

When you try to fight back, it makes fun of your puny efforts.

It laughs its cruel laugh.

It grows. 

Tears become black thick tar. 

You feel it enveloping your world, making it colorless.

The speck has become significant now.

It's all your life revolves around.

It's all you see.

Or do you?

Because you're blind now, right?