Trust

"Trust me to know and to do what is best,

And I will take care of the rest.

But trust is the color of a dark seed growing.

Trust is the color of a heart's blood flowing.

Trust is the color of a soul's last breath.

Trust is the color of death."

And trust is the feeling,

Of saying goodbye.

The knife in the back,

Without knowing why.

Trust is the darkness,

On the horizon.

Trust is the army,

Gathering and closing in.

It's the truth you are told,

The lies disguised,

Truth based on technicalities,

And isn't the way,

Things are truly seen.

Things are never,

As they seem.

Trust is pain.

Trust is lies,

Blocking the rain.

Nothing to gain,

And always the same.

Trust is desperate.

Trust is fake.

Trust is a body,

Thrown in a lake.

Trust is final,

Trust is fate.

Trust is trying to stop something,

Far too late.

Trust is taking more,

Than you'd willingly give.

Being stabbed in the side,

With a rusty shiv.

Trust is the end.

It makes you bend,

In ways you aren't meant to.

It's knowing you can't go one way.

But then,

You do.

Trust is death,

A ripped away breath.

Trust is tears.

It's fears.

It the end of all you know.

Beware,

If you trust.

Be ready to let go.