Dun ask me, 'tis too personal, n painful, read n comment! He hated lies, but he lied himself, in strangers his faith lay spent. For all the falsehoods, agony to come, and in the wake, left to repent. Twined inside, a double hooded serpent, in the basket filled of lies. To poison those who fed its mouth, and kill them, who for him would die. In the words of the charmer he went, to feed on other's anguished cries. Never felt the pang of betrayal, Never felt the love that dies. And then one day, the world collapsed, inward, into his shallowness; swallowing him whole; relishing on his weakness. And in the whole catastrophe, only five people died. First was the trust he held, and was his faith's last cry. The other two, much like them, went the love, and the kin. And left alone with bent knees, staring in the sky, were the eyes that belonged to him.