When trust is dead what else will grow?
Suspicion’s weeds are choking me slowly as I gasp for truth with the hopes that I’ll breath. Death is calling in this I believe. He pokes me from the darkness stirring my conscious. He left me with a whisper human unification, why should one bother? Lies are a plague, needing distance for survival. The eradication of my suspicion depends on what I run from, and to tell you the truth she’d be lying to me if I let her come closer. Wrapping my hands around satisfaction and squeezing it tightly, My twisted mind has spoken and I accept my own deed. Do as you wish and I will do me. Soon all my fears, you will sum up to see. There shall be no note or canvas painted red. In air I shall disappear taking my love from here. Where once I slept, I shall be again. A grave decision turning ashes to ash and dirt into dust. An eternal sleep for my heart to rest. Not in peace because what you have done will always torment me.