You were someone I had trusted, yet in this dense forest I cannot trust you anymore. In this heart of the fire where guns blazed and metal clashed into flesh I hear only two things that crawl into my mind from your lips 'Honor' and 'Trust'. How can I trust you when all you've done is bring me into situations where I call out your name as I'm thrust into a situation with a blade in my chest and pain that no bounds are easy to define in your own honorable and sly dictionary.
I could call out to you and hope, in no way know, that you'd turn to lift your hand, your weapon, and deliver the deadly blow to this… this monster atop of me with a grin far too much like your own in the heat of battle.
No words will ever be able to be shouted your way because in them you'll only grow furious with a rabid like ferocity. You can't understand the meaning of anything other than the fight, the fight we are in now. I am not sure why, but in this fact I see you as some war god of an ancient city where I, one so low who can barely manage, is brought to see your power so boldly displayed. You are suppose to be strong, yes stronger than even that of the famous god of creation, and now… what am I to you in your eyes?
I am forever ashamed to even be considered equal and balanced on some level in your eyes, but I have no doubt that you will never judge me.
"Are you okay?" your hand extends to me, in trust I have always assumed you had but shed not in battle, towards me lying upon the ground in a heap of a mess.
"You shouldn't worry about me," my own voice is cracked, flawed, and I see only your strength in eyes so tight with anger. Your honor and trust your characteristics of life and death. What am I to you but a weak imposing thing upon your life? "I'll live."
"Don't think yourself less, bro, you and I are always equal." You say this, but I know you and I are not equal because I am only a brain and you are the leader… the god.
You were someone I trusted, yet in this dense forest I cannot trust you anymore than I can trust myself. My heart is suffering the blazing of guns and the clash of metal into flesh, into blood, into my heart. Your 'honor' and 'trust' is something I try to follow but I can never seem to figure out what they mean to me. No dictionary will explain it so even my logical mind can see such a clear view as yours.