From Lips of Assassins

From lips of assassins
the deep hateful passion
masked in a disguise
a multitude of lies.
They hide in the shadows,
tongues like daggers
my enemies' masters
my unknown assassins.
How may this simple soul rise
when hatred is in their eyes?
My blue seas fade in the mist
from a deceptive kiss.
I search for the perfect peace,
but find dissimulation
faces dark with subtility
such hidden rage.
The rose, the rose has no perfection,
but prematurely bloomed
what of the soil with its lessons?
That can save it from doom.
From lips of my assassins
my demise is captured
destruction of a mortal mind
through a thousand lies.
I feel all the secret pain
the insults and shame
tortured from the mass
no understanding I have.
No visions of external bliss
for killers, stealth with laughter
speaks from poisonous lips
from lips of assassins.