Self hidden hatred has held you like a cold crushing coil. Words of preached poison serve as sharp slicing scales that open your kind caring soul.

Temporary love and happiness act as false friends wrapping round a caring noose. Calling it a comforting embrace that promises to rock you to sleep as you swing

Your eyes slowly seal like the tomb you wish would grant you rest.
but listen closely, your so starved you can hear the hazy whisper of hope echoing in the silent sepulchre.

The salvaged remnants of strength from your painful past merge. The rock to all is sculpted by blows and bashes and carved by scares of caring and you wear so many proud scars.

So stand and slay the slithering snake, fray the false friend’s noose and hear hopes hazy whisper my strong caring kind friend