I cannot tell you the truth in words.
It's not that I do not trust you.
It's not that I do not love you.

It's that you will not trust me anymore.

Who am I?

Truth.
It will unfurl of its own accord a seed within fertile earth.
It will grow and devour its own roots, leaving its causes untraceable.
    And it will pass as a real emotion in the market of your heart.

Iniquitous priests and cannibals
Absolve
Then feed
Upon childhood dreams

I cannot breathe
Any longer
In this unfiltered
Parsimonious pond

Must
Push back what entangles

Must
Pull away from a myriad of angry souls

Must
Lift this ill-harboring mind free

Agony
He is my constant friend

And
He reminds me
I'm (somewhat) alive

And
That one shiny day
Along the suspicious river Difficult
I will finally slay him