Waste.

I am calm.
I know not what to think or to say.
Trust has failed me.
Trust in it's self has proven ever theory I have created.
Now I can finally have comfort in destroying them.
Them all.
Them all.
You can have that comfort.
I don't want it.
Trust can fuck you over too.
Just wait.
Wait for justice.
Although calm, I still answer to the call.
The call of jealousy, hate, anger.
Call me close.
I will follow.
This is finished.
Finished.
but who am I to speak?