adrift on treacherous seas, unsure where to turn, who to tell.
lies, deception, confusion, they surround me. where to? who to trust?
he knows not what he's done, but he hangs for it anyway. hang, hung, hanging.
he dies a slow death, a painful death, a social death. the system hangs him,
he hangs from the system. friends worse than enemies, enemies out to undo him.
to die he need do nothing, others kill him slowly, piece-by-piece.
this wretch, hanging, is worthless they tell him. he refuses to believe.
he is the bringer of hate, they say. the rage is relentless.
betrayed, hanging, friendless.

dedicated to the betrayer - steven whyte