Con Artist

I'm a con artist painting a beautiful lie. 

A portrait of smirks, grins, and smiles that die. 

For my victims the dyes have been cast. 

Coated in colors that will forever last. 

My words bleed red, green, and blue.

While I plunge dirty knives into your back, out of view. 

Like I said, "I'm a con artist" Van Gogh with both ears. 

I speak my own truth, only the truth, anything to bring tears.

So cry for me darling, let me see that pain.

From your eyes let them flow, like blood in the vein.

I will bask in your sorrow, like wolves in moonlight.

Licking my chops, sharpening my fangs, with utter delight.

I am a con artist, with a portfolio of broken dreams.

My past indiscretions displayed for the screams.

Daggers in a stare from a victims across the room.

Looking deeply at me as if they'll bring my doom.

Sadly, however, for them, they stand no chance.

For they fall for the traps, as my lies put them in a trance.

I am a con artist, plain and complexed

Like M.c. Escher stairs, I'm an image that keeps the mind vexed.    

Reviews

[Lenard L. Banks III]

Nice concept, fresh and popping.

[Livenrite]

Wooowww! I really like this one! really cool:) thanks for sharing it!