A slow breach of trust, breach of faith...
egalitarian condescension
wafting,
drifting above the clouds.
imperfection in seemingly deceitful lies
SHATTERED
Nothing's how it used to be.
Voices.
I used to think they were all after me,
immortal bloodhounds
lusting after flesh
blood
souls
Maybe, just maybe, they still are.
I hope they are,
just because...
Because it's so familiar.
I can't cling to good, let go
of everything I'm used to, my whole
mindset, my way of life
I should let go, for you, for me, for
all of us
but don't ask me to.
Suspicion flares up too easily
when you do.