Thorns can be trusted,

It is the betrayal, I am

pained of.


Voices can be silenced,

It is the noises, I am

awakened of.


Misery can cause riots,

It is the fake composure, I am

derailed of.


Swords can be slaved,

It is the masters, I am

ravaged of.


Death can be certain,

It is the uncertainty, I am

afraid of.