Betrayal:::...
“For whom we have lost”
Betrayal is like a sharp knife.
You can not heal the wounds that it perpetuates.
The one your heart one chooses, the one that cuts your throat, until you have nothing else to say, you can’t breathe, slowly you grief in despair.
You lick and lick the opened wounds, therefore you cannot bear your eyes from heaven tears.
Betrayal is the most oldest way of killing. For whom you trusted becomes thy enemy, without even knowing why in this world such thing has happened.
We are the fools for loving son deeply and strong, that betrayal is the forever pointing gunshot into the eyes of the soul.
You I can guesstimate have been there too. Where the shadows arisen from the boiler of what used to be.
How you may ask?
How?
Why me?
Maybe it’s nothing but dilutions, maybe you are the thief.
Loosing and loosing, the part of the heart that trusted the words that led to a ledge of betrayal.
