An End to the Unknown

There is no belief – no trust
When he talks, the serpent speaks
No chance for compromise
Honesty was consumed by lust

I hear you’re explanations,
“Honey believe what I’m telling you”
Little girl, you’re too naïve to know
The fog confuses what I thought I knew

Maybe, I looked the other way
Perhaps turned a cheek or two
I was Sherlock Homes without any proof
Confounded and disturbed by my dismay

He’s exhausted every explanation
There’s a rationale for everything
“Women, you’re just crazy!”
My head is turning inside out

Here stands a coward and a predator
It’s sad how the lies continue
Still feel righteous and justified?
My hands are washed clean and dried