The Benefactors

Human nature can be so fickle... ...So vain, as it pumps through vein Sorrow seeps in the morning mourning this valid emotion is heart hurt in motion We speak of devotion...but seldom act the part, as selfish gain rips this apart Jealousy rips each way it runs Engulfing those who lack the funds This is no fun...This is strictly business ...who is this? The mirror images erode We robbed each other breaking the code.. a twisted oath of thieves- honor never more Tricks fell from their sleeves- as they bolted out the door Backs get stabbed in this part of town Ambitous souls get shot right down Lies get told like breaths are breathed I bite my tongue as anger seethed My tongue now bleeds--they collect and flee Set sail west to an unchartered sea Bitter is the taste of misplaced trust Iron resolve dissolved with disgraced rust Guilt does not consume them But anguish devours me-