Betrayal.   wouldn't you want to know   when it all became your fault?   my conscience, or the consequence   somehow,   in the intensity of an hour   hello, halo   you're smile kills...      and why are we defending?   our right to be denied...   yes, I would want to know   when it all became my fault   of sensory,   sensuality, solitary and silence      feel the pain,   and whisper in my ear, I   understand why we become so jaded   and I understand why we ask so wasted   has failure now,   become such a blessing?            and do you thrive with your eyes glued shut?   and are you the addict-   is this really your life?