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
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