Betrayal
Betrayal is the last trace of survival,
though you; the heartless, think to the contrary
cheat on me on and on, as you flame the old ashes with sudden arrival
charge this sanity with your presence and attempt to bury
Split the poison on your mouth, for which reason the scars get exposed to revival
Bring in your sovereignty over what I haven't attained at all
embody into an existence that has never lived as a whole in one soul
Throughout the nano-story of love conflicts have spread the callous tears of being left,
you tempt to write a poem including tension and feel-felt
and the journey will get a start into the deep forest of your mind
though the promises given there are supposed to be kept,
you will again drift apart and won't find
The soldiers of my heart equipped with honour and love are wounded one by one,
when in face of such a tormenting scene
and again they are applied any torture once seen
They once more flock to the deserted area inhabited by no-one
trying to forget what has been done,
the troops of loyalty are sentenced to the prison of relationship-fun
As anyone can see, this spirit has smelled this life in sense of conjunction,
whereas trials and cries have lost their function
I have spent this life again searching for a way to take the place in the main sentence,
just as a contestant in a race struggles to occupy a rank in the fence;
as usual I am channelled into believing that I am obliged to stay in defence
take the weapon of betrayal, lo! Those in the know of mine
and as before go on to be fine...
just grab a knife behind me
in that way, live in sheer harmony
disperse the light of heaven
and kill the goodness in every haven...
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