Betrayal
The wind slices my face
As I stumble to the top.
The smoke billows out
From me
As I perch precariously
On the edge.
Was it worth
The thirty pieces of silver?
The sneer sliding across
Your face
Tells me it was.
Nate wrote:And if YWS ever does become a company, Jack will be the President of European Operations. In fact, I'm just going to call him that anyways.
Was it worth
The thirty pieces of silver?
The smoke billows out
From me