The Fires of Betrayal

[Myotis]

The Fires of Betrayal.

I saw betrayal happen
right before my eyes 
before my eyes saw it 
coming. Interesting, mostly because betrayal is so harsh because you don't see it coming. Comes from someone trusted you thought would never do something like that. That's what determines betrayal vs wronging someone.

It's deep inside 
where I saw it occur 
while manifesting into 
a physical occurrence,
a day, or days that ensued.
This sounds like a self fulfilled prophecy. Something you set out to prevent but actually bring to fruition. I really like the way you put this, seeing something deep inside ( the mind I'm guessing ) and it manifesting in reality. Just shows we can be our worst enemy.
I accepted the ramifications 
but the matured ram's horns
already pierced the target. 
Seems remorseful. Like the writer would take it all back if he could but whats done is done. 
I forgave the wrongdoings 
by memory of my own.
I'm surely not the only 
being to be of fault, 
or perhaps I sought Being
by perceiving the moment as 
lessons I should learn.
This portion is a little harder to understand. Mostly with the capitalized "Being". Not sure if that's supposed to put emphasis on it or I'm unclear in whats its meaning is. Sounds like the writer forgave but still hold a grudge, which from my experience hinders one from really being able to put something behind them.
Not forgiving.
Unaware of Being.

Purposeful deceptions,
by my own diligent mind
that is separate of who is really to come.
A real me. 

She did not cause the pain I feel.
I implanted it before she ever could,
for my own bearings did not match 
the predicted weight. 
Reminds me of inception after placing thoughts of suicide in his wifes head. Or rather an alternate reality whose gateway was via suicide. 
she did in fact, trigger what was planted.
My own trap, a trap to burn.
Burn the seams, burn the cords, burn the foundations. 
Your own trap? Self sabotaged perhaps? 
Set ablaze to all that was constructed.
Each screw, every rod, every brick. 
Carrying a great weight of consciousness on top.
File cabinets stacked next to each other. Heirlooms I promised to cherish in my eternity 
Unraveling a large "works of art". Not sure about the file cabinets or heirlooms, sometimes it's ambiguous for a reader when the writer gets too specific or hints at things only he/she would find sentimental.
Books and pictures. Categorized in neat piles. 
Black boxes engraved with the words "caution" 
Curious as to what this means, black boxes marked caution. Did you mark them or did they come like that? idk why that would matter but it would seem to explain the caution thing a little more. 
All ablaze. 
All turned to ash.
All set to die.

My own betrayal. 
My own trap.
My own bridge. 

I really admire the ending of this. My own betrayal,trap, bridge. What stands out to me is the bridge portion, its like dying death and rebirth. The bridge is like as one door closes another opens and you are now free to manifest your own destiny. Aside from some parts that i found were too specific for a reader to understand your emotion I really felt this poem. It resonated with me. Thanks for writing. Keep it up