The Writings of Buffy Meissonier, Unpublished Buried in the darkness But there's nowhere left to hide Haunted by the spectres Of the innocents who've died
Lurking in the ashes of the friendships that I'd built With nothing left to guide me But the poisoned syringe of guilt
If only I'd looked closer When they'd asked me for my aid And looked behind the pretty words And seen the glistening blade
In a world so full of darkness I was looking for the light And forgot that losing someone's trust Feels more lethal than a bite