choosing solitude as my companion.
Emerging from the shadows,
you stop me with sacchrine words
and promises of friendship.
Blinded by the sun,
I welcome you to walk with me,
offering you what little I possess,
helping you when the path grows rocky.
Further along, it is I who stumbles.
Bruised and bleeding from the jagged rocks
I reach out to you, pleading for help.
You hold out your hand. I grasp it,
as you slide your diamond dagger in my back.
