Backstabbed!!

I faced the Truth but thy Lies stabbed at my back!

Least do you know,
how pityful it can be!
Stabbed in the back;
wounds you cannot see!

As soon as i turned around,
I never knew you would attack.
Now i have to walk on,
with these wounds on my back...

The pain is felt though,
not everything can be seen!
No torniquet can stop the flow;
stains of blood never wash clean!

Occluded I would cry,
and in tears I lack.
Now i have to walk on,
with these wounds on my back...

The death of Trust,
is the birth of hatred.
How can you ever breach,
A feeling so sacred.

Not everything that is broken,
can ever be repared.
Nor any forgiving Divine;
with a human be compared.

As your mask fell off,
I was taken aback.
Now i have to walk on,
with these wounds on my back....