Trust

Lying near death in the alley gutter
so cold and bloodied i shutter

betrayed by one who once was a friend
after all these years the relationship did end

stabbed in the back literally clear
the blood flows and pain does sear

near death, i see no hope for myself or my life
no that i am dying i wish i had gone in strife

dying here, the alley is my grave site
left here not by justice but by angry spite

forget me, for i am done for
i hope they are happy, what more?

you killed me, left me to die in this gutter
but I'll get you back is the last thing i mutter