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“Trust is a Deathwish.”
A blank canvas,
An empty page.
A broken rib,
A shattered rib cage.
Stolen glances,
And a robbed grave.
All things forgotten are remembered with rage.
Remembering back, the signs read clear:
Cut me, Use me, Abuse me dear.
Shadows looming overhead,
Reviving the living and killing the dead.
It’s only just begun.
It’s barely just started,
This game that they play with the broken hearted.
Opaque ground,
Unbreakably bound,
To the silence awaiting.
Unfair to wait in the shallows?
To reside in the shadows?
Answers are searching for their questions again.
A fatally broken heart ready unsure how to mend.
And a call for help is never received.
Remembering back, the signs read clear:
Cut me, Use me, Abuse me dear.
Shadows looming overhead,
Reviving the living and killing the dead.
It’s only just begun.
It’s barely just started,
This game that they play with the broken hearted.
Ignorance is blinding,
And trust is a death wish.
All the colors are gray.
Walking in their shadows,
Hiding from their gallows.
And a call for help is never recieved.
And a call for help is never recieved.
And my call for help is never recieved.
