Betrayal is no friend of mine.

But yet he greeted me today like a old chum.

When did I turn so soft to let the conversation dally?

My stomach had been knotting all day.

My head pounding into double vision.

But disloyalty seemed pleasant company just then.

How mistaken a simple minded fool can be at times.

They struck me in the back tearing skillfully at my flesh.

Turning in distress to face those eyes that greeted me,

Oh! Despair, they had known me longer then I’ve known
myself.

It was he that lofted the heavy daggers in the air with a malice grin.

The wickedness of the situation struck me as irony.

As if he could continue his mask of innocence after this.

What a lovely feeling, my blood cascading down my body.

My crimson blanket of hopelessness was sinfully warm.

Oppressive manners of living no longer apply to me.

Even as I lived I was dead.

Even as I lay dying I was long ago murdered.

In womb, defenseless.

Now I am deceased, so by nature, un able to be killed.

I dare you to try me now.

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