Here i stand among the flock of mirage..
the rings of betrayal ringing loud...
An unknown force squeezes my heart...
it feels like bursting off...
Odd, it seems to be, as the events turns out to be...
trust shook like a profess of a loon...
On this long lost path i stand in wonder...
a malice of things all around me
going merry-go-round, splitting in my eyes...
of love so longed for...
Of people so cared for...
Of simply happy things so anticipated for...
A Brut, they all are...
Betrayal; cold, harsh, profound,
A knife they all form, with their blood,
into my heart they stab...
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