trust

delicate dispositions
menial faith rots and lies
as questions persist
and leave you in what if
 
fragile feelings
words said in vain
spare the truth
live in fabrication
 
excitable eccentrics
feed the propaganda
hidden from light
books burn bright
 
I am a speaker
I am a seeker
I will leave you there
I will not reach down
 
hill tops and mountains
reveal the distance
one step back
into the knife's point
 
i was your son
i was your only
but you didn't choose me
you didn't choose me
 
Now, you'll never have me again