Falsest friend

whose granted hope is fleetingwhos

e promised end

like ocean tide receeding--

From who's back was skinned

that pure white coat?

One who's innocence

enticed you?

Whose jelousy

promised honest advisements,

and whose guidance

faultered at the brink of the wood.

Who left me wandering

when your direction failed to guide me

and whose fatal sword

never reaches the eys of its victims

cloaked in the night

like the brooding of a bandit,

a gunshot silenced

by the pillow of the sleeping victim.

Always fading as

I linger on the brink of destruction

where you led me with a smile

and an earnest "Trust me."