Betrayed Oh my wandering soul betrayal has smeared thee with loneliness they are gone Yes! friends in masked visages their raucous voices are now silent echoes now thou shall find a resting harbour in silent sobs shall true friendship tell of trust or shall love delights at betrayal? Oh my hanging soul thou art but a wounded fellow to them whom you were willing to lay down thy breathe for to them care not nor weep at thy demise my betrayed soul, thou shall find solace in inking for if it's true that writing is a painting of the voice then the ink shall thy pathfinder be for true friendship is but illusion Here thou sits staring as the sun sleeps in the west wondering if in love as in betrayal life goes on if thou shall find refuge in staring at the milky way If thou shall muse thy ink into spearful errand mould thou then thy pains in the canvass of these lines that thy pains thy fortress may be love is but illusion in the heart of the wounded friendship is but hanging trails on the swing of life To you my ink if thou through thy art a true mind shall find then let thy feet my dwelling seek for betrayal has moulded solitude into my alluring youthful desires friendship is but a word on the lips of a stranger for betrayal is the price we pay for true love dear soul thou shall find solace in inking for thy pains are in avalanche errands...
