Whole

 

Trust has become a useless organ

Lying limp and dead at your side

A martyr slain in the name of knowledge

To rest in the shadow of your pride

 

A friend may be a premature enemy

Traitors may wield a thousand masks

Suspicion shines a light within

Catching them at their selfish tasks

 

Killers’ cubs are cute when young

But different breeds divide in time

No more hearts exposed on sleeves

You close the cloak that shows inside

 

Ignore the pleas that cloud your thoughts

Amend the leak that bleeds your goal

Slash the root that taps your success

Only then can you become whole