Trust is like a rotten tree
Something's always eating it up inside
Branches
reaching sky high
weaving a net for the flies

In faint light it's a simple
thing
You think you know what trust may bring
A certain sense of
security
but also a nature of duality

Given trust is not a luxury
It
reveals sides of people
we might not want to know
It changes the
picture

It's just replacing a problem
It's selfish thing to do
Do you
really think this info
will help the others too

Like maggots squirming in
the tree
you feel the ache of knowing secrets
You feel your hands are
tied
but yet your mouth is forming

words for eager ears and you
add yet
another link to the chain
giving your pain away
come what may you
say

Given trust is not a luxury
It reveals sides of people
we might not
want to know
It changes the picture

It's just replacing a problem
It's
selfish thing to do
Do you really think this info
will help the others
too

All that's left is a hollow tree