* cross post from my old account *

They lead you down the road of trust
they attack you from behind
they spill blood without remorse
Drink upon your sweet blood as tears fall
They care not for you or the wounds you have endured for them
Instead they answer with trickery and evasion...

Then you hear the whispers....
Fight...
Fight with what little still runs through your veins...
Fight for what is right...
Ignore the hot streaming tears...
Fight until the last beat of your withered heart...
For if nothing else, let there be one last honorable end within this baren wasteland...
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This has a lot to do with the things going on in my life at the moment, so the feelings are deep, it's not too bloody... But it still hurts when friends stab you from behind...