Angel Judas

There is a presence behind my shoulder A shadow, moulded of heart-sighs & burnt sugar Just a phantom perhaps But the perfume of charnel houses rests heavy on My wheezing chest And the impression of holy hollowed-out eyes Haunts my every waking dream A shy voice murmurs, Seductively In my ear Luring me down twisted paths towards the Shores of purgatory, Eroding under a pallid sky And in my sleep a dark angel takes me in his arms & kisses me with poison-cracked lips Pouring venom into my lethargic soul I call him my Angel Judas That shadow at my side that no sunlight can Chase away That no one else but I can see He guides me through life with cobwebbed hands And spits in the face of my shattered dreams