Unspoken words can unravel the truth. Which has not been spoken for a while. This language is foreign to the ears of many people who are confused by the lies that they hear on a day to day basis. I love the sweet juices that flow so vibrantly out of the truth and how it can quench the thirst of a thousand men with only but one sip. But as one man and one man only chooses to drink the intoxicating juices of the lies that will soon plague him and all the other me around him. He fails to realize that he is indeed dancing with an untamable beast that will plunge him into great guilt and humiliation and as he dances with this cunning beast he feels the lies constantly flowing through his mind. Floating in the air as if they lost the element of gravity on its own and as the dance ends and the deal is sealed the beast leaves the man and now he is left with the regret and shame of his lies that surface its self-amongst the other men. As the lies spreads too many of the other men like an infection they seek the beast’s as if he is an antidote to all of their problems. When in fact he is preparing the beginning of their slippery slope to the pit of no return. The fire is only seen by those who have tangoed with the beast to many times to be redeemed. Or those who have been quenched by the sweet nectars of the truth and can see the danger of the beast within their presence. The lies begin to burn the tongues of the men who uses the intoxicating juices but it does not deter them. They are tranquil unaffected by the burning sensation that brands them as a sign that the beast will return and claim them as his own. He (the beast) lives in harmony with the fire that seems as if it can melt the sun. He knows that all it takes is a simple whisper to control a man with the temptation of power and lust. He is a snake that lies in the grass waiting to attack for he is alone in his pit waiting for the next man to fall to experience the same terror of living in the flames that never dies, that burns the skin off his bones but yet grows back to be burned again.  Misery  likes company and will grasp onto whatever is in its reach and drag it down with it.