He speaks that betrayer’s truth, dear,
that secret that makes me ashamed.
Such a simple thing, on short lived event,
yet why does it matter so much to me?
The betrayer’s truth, oh how it stings,
I know it full well in all its depths.
Yet the final blow is when I realize
that he know’s it just as well.
I shove aside my own betrayer’s truth,
yet it’s there in the back of my mind.
One day it will no longer be evident,
but a pented blade suddenly free.
What is this betrayer’s truth, you ask?
That secret that makes me hide my face.
The truth is what makes a man a traitor,
and the fact that makes me one as well.