Saviour Rejected (Betrayal revised)

I am the open door

The one that won’t slam in your face

I am the one with the gavel and the white wig

A judge who doesn’t do his title

I am the lock that has been opened too many times

Exposing what I hold inside

Only to have the key break off

I am the bomb with the short fuse

The fuse that has been lit but never seems to ignite

I am the rope that is always around your neck

And with one wrong word, tightens

I am the ears to which you confess

The mind which gives solutions to your problems

The shoulder that you cry on

I am the lungs that revived you time and time again

I am the heart that was ripped from trust

And bled to no end for you

I am stomach that would not keep you down

I was the trust that you held dear

And now I hold you dead

For you are the one who ignited this wildfire

And NOTHING burns like betrayal

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