Treason

and He Named Her Treason...

She gave him butterflies, with wings of razor blades.
Cutting his entrails to no avail.
He told me once that he wish he could make a trade,
and rid himself of this Hell.

I told him, 'Son you'll learn to roll with the punches'.
For he did not believe me, I knew it would come to truth.
For the little lad listened to the leaves crunch,
as he pondered the proof.

He tells me of the suffering and endearment that his heart is feeling,
all he can think to tell me, is that she is Treason.
Breaking her word and her commitments,
all to no reason.

He tells me of how she put him through war.
War that is never ending, and has no goal in sight.
He's lost himself and what he stands for,
in this forsaken plight.

The two are now at separate ends.
Of warring sides of two armies,
One in the same, in terms of amends,
You'll never know the full stories.

and She Named Him Treason.