What is the meaning?
Of this thing called life.
Where is the existence?
That is mine.

A hard earned trust,
A moment of judgement.
A faith loosing lustre,
A tainted portrait perfection.

An iron clad control,
An emotion sneaking in.
A quietly hidden persona,
An ocean to be dived in.

The projection of expectations,
Dull echo of breathing.
A drifted soul towards,
A friend turns to an enemy.

A trust broken,
A soul shattered.
A bond mutilated,
The one not being a bother.

A game of chess,
Everyone already ahead.
A move of betrayal,
The army half dead.

Sole focus to destroy,
No one even looked back.
The doubt of worth arisen,
but the question left unsaid.