How broke the heart that is betrayed

By the very blood that courses through these veins

Like vipers nesting with their creator

Fangs slowly piercing, a strike here, a strike there

Gradually shredding soul and spirit

How sickly sweet when face to face

How vile the words delivered in secret whispers

And yet with such a warm embrace

The sensitive heart, not always shown

Can only take so much then turns to stone

The wheel does finally crush the butterfly

And yet the saddest part of all to mention

Is that they have no comprehension.