Trust.

Trust is an array of lies,
because honorable trust does not exist.
Though it might trick you with it's unreliable ways,
it will leave you with nothing but a saddening surprise.

There is a struggle in my heart
sending confusion from my mind through my spine,
because if nothing but words come out of your mouth
how will I ever be assured that you are really mine?

My mind has separated itself
into it's own cramped-up war.
One side for my heart; the other for my mind,
though neither side knows what they're fighting for.

I don't care if it's the last thing I attempt,
the last thing you see,
the last thing we remember;
Let's fix this uncontrollable mess, and return all of this unnecessary sadness.

Trust is nothing but a guilty conscience;
nothing but an on-going lie;
nothing but a thought of despair.
Trust means nothing, and has no existence.