Trust is delicate and easily broken; despite giving everything to people I trusted, I discovered their greed led to my downfall, leaving me betrayed and isolated from those who truly cared.
Beware of your close blood relatives, as they may pose the greatest threat; their sweetness can mask harmful intentions, and excessive kindness can lead to disaster.
“Echoes of Misjudgment” now ripple through the wreckage of what once was, a cruel reminder that some betrayals cut so deep, not even hell can hold them. My soul, broken and cursed, will neither forgive nor forget, ever. I curse them and their loved ones to rot in front of my eyes which will serve as a soothing balm. May those that they hold dear, stab them and impale them and only then will they understand the agony of betrayal. To hell with the bloody scum!
They wore their lies like jewels on their skin,
Glittering bright, hiding the sin.
I trusted the gold, ignored the decay,
While true hearts faded, cast away.
I laid my soul, my fortune bare,
Gave all I had, left nothing there.
They smiled, they laughed, they drained me dry,
While my real well-wishers watched me die.
In their eyes, I saw no light,
Yet I clung to shadows, blind to sight.
Their touch was poison, their words were frost,
And in their grasp, my life was lost.
I gave them power, I gave them grace,
But they tore my world, erased each trace.
The bonds of love they ripped apart,
And left me with a hollow heart.
Financial ruin spread like flame,
Burned all I built, erased my name.
I watched as ash replaced my dreams,
And cursed the day I fell for schemes.
Oh, how I lost those pure and true,
The ones who loved in all I knew.
I severed ties with the good, the real,
For hollow promises that would not heal.
My curse for them runs deep and black,
For they gave nothing but took all back.
Hell itself would spit them out,
For their betrayal leaves no doubt.
The “Echoes of Misjudgment ” still whisper in the quiet of night, a relentless chorus of regret. These ungrateful wretches stole not just my trust, but my very essence, my peace, my relationships, my life.
Now I walk among the ruins of what could have been, haunted by the absence of those who truly cared, severed by my own blindness. I curse those who betrayed me and their progeny ad infinitum, for they will find no solace, not in this world, nor in the next.
As I pick up the shards of my shattered existence, I am left with one cold truth: trust, once broken, can never fully heal. And so, the echoes linger on.
Addy's Verse 
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