Secrets to be spilled
Inhaling every whisper
The ultimate tester
Only to hurt you in the end
He awaits patiently
With flowers in his hands
Creating alternate lands
The ultimate antagonistic part
Waiting to catch you & then depart
He awaits for trust to build
For him to control & yield
Removing one block at a time from your walls
Keeping you in fake foam of stalls
Waiting to stab a knife through your heart
Trust no one for who they say they are
Watch & learn.
Observe & be concerned.
Open but be ready for attack.
For attack he will, for he loves you not.
Trust no one.
Not a single soul.
Not for who they say they are, anyway.
Rest, be assured: you'll be frowned upon.
Because in the end...To him, you are also a no one.