Of Trust Forsaken Betrayed again, and stabbed by Fate. Treachery, through celestial veins. Born of stars, to sink so low. Defaced at last, the astral glow is lost.
Resigned descent into the flames. Lust to end, erase the stain of knowledge borne and innocence laid to rest at last.
Ripped apart and torn asunder, scattered to the winds, I raise my eyes to the judging heavens and remember passing shades of bliss. The rusted nails of sorrow, of pain and misery. Treachery where least expected, stabbed in the back again.