Chicanery

what kind of excuse was that? approaching like a whisper from one so familiar but inside, a fiend. as something was brewing, I felt it like a dark smear inside the blinded eye blowing with tight, measured breaths, but chose to over rule my own common sense and now, the fire has spread beyond customary borders trust frayed and sprayed, splashing innocent parts way beyond the point of contention with seared comprehension, all for what purpose exactly cheap-seated thrills are for the dim witted why prey upon trusting hearts? twisting words to mean anything but. duplicity with dishonesty, why? underhandedness is unnecessary when the truth doesn't lie why ride the tiger when the milk is for free, is this what the subterfuge was? now explain why this rage will not stop...