Broken trust

     Soon, you'll put 2 and 2 together.

     But I hope that day never comes.

     The string that attaches us together is struggling to hold on.

     The day you put 2 and 2 together, my world will shatter.

     And that string may break,

     temporarily, or permanatley.

     The chains that bind me to broken trust,

     that suffocate my every bieng,

     I regret putting them on myself,

     for struggling against temptation and loseing,

     for giving into Satan,

     for entering apartment 666.

     I gave them what they wanted,

     and then they let me be.

     The constant string,

     from me to you,

     is now broken slightly,

     and etched with 666.