Assassin

Pain, anguish, lies and deceit,
with those four words I can spell your defeat.
Come look deeply into my eyes.
What do you see there? Do you see your demise?
No, of course not, for I am your friend,
sworn to defend you through to the end

Watch your back carefully,
for your brothers wish to see your end.
They will betray you in the most awful way,
so please listen to what I have to say.
They wish to trick you into believing,
so they can take you when it is most pleasing.
Watch them carefully, pay no attention to me,
for I am your friend,
sworn to defend you unto the end.

Gasp!
The blade slips between your ribs.
I told you, pain, anguish, lies and deceit,
those four words will spell your defeat.
For while you were watching them
you took your eyes off me

@ Vincent Thornsberry 2008

This is my feeble attempt at a third poem. I am aware that it doesn't quite flow right. At the present I am unsure how to fix it. All suggestions welcome.