There is no moment like the one where you are left speechless.

Where mind and heart become silent, we all never expected it.

There is nothing like the moment when everything you believed in slaps you violently in the face.

Where you become a fool for ever trusting.

That moment evil laughs at its triumph and loyalty cries at its gullibility.

When anger boils crawling up slowing, but wait maturity stops and pushes it down, there is no need to lose face, no need to show we were affected.

You have been played by betrayal, used like a harmonica for its vile plans and vicious schemes.

That short bastard sure does love to torture, break and announce its presence.

That insatiable monster loves the feeling of helplessness it gives to people.

He sure does thrive in the heart of the weak the heart of the object.

It loves the feeling and response it got from using you to betray me.

We were both puppets in the hands of the kings of the cards - betrayal.