Mutual Predators

the echo of fierce tongue lives in my brain years have passed, still, stain remains stain the fulsome ally childishly involved in mutual game to blame the truth teller in defense of disown shame what uttered with the right intent of correction time and again changed into self-serving direction with undue suspicions, alterations, fabrications to attain illusory sway in trifling, frivolous fray in appeasing the indignant, uncandid and shaky generous giving took shape of powerless measure trust impaired in the service of imaginary pleasure the richly offered chance turned to be abated treasure friends to intricate schemes, sneaky secrets engaged in intrigues, devoid of fitting regrets, censuring the well-wisher, while excusing own guilt uphill terrain to wipe out what mazily - cunningly built setting up impossible task - tying down hands by imposing self-centered, fickle demands... benumbed by detraction, poisoned attack paralyzed by senseless stab in the back...