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Judas Kiss

everything you’ve said
 whispers round to me 
   here now I sit
    this warning is free
dead are my dreams
 in your pretense of care
  sweeping the misery
    as you reek of despair 
A fair weather friend
 in the mirror narcissus
  your lies pave roads
   a consummate actress
I have begun to believe
 ricin flows in your veins
  everything you touch
   weeps of black stains
all poison you leach
 flows right back to me
  and as I found out
   I raged disbelief
a roaring rant
 told them they lied
  here as I weep
   the truth will not die
to my face you smile
 as fangs stroke my hair
  coaxing and pleading
   pretension webs there
a black widow spider
 masked in mortal garb
  the spear of your words
   broke my skin like a barb
through the weather of life
 in the course of the rain
  I have measured my life
   in the blood of the pain 
A beaker of misery
 I add to the pot
  from friend to foe
   this cant be forgot
I’ve come to tell you
 you’ve been mistaken
  for my spirit breathes
   and is not forsaken
see I maybe down
 but honey not out
  you watch your back
   when I come I wont shout 
as the Chinese whispers
 you’ve spread about me
  in this river of hate
   my agony is freed 
revenge is served cold
 is something I’ve heard
  but the blood of a mongol
   pumps the heart of this bird
so watch through the night
 keep your ear to the dark
  that scratch in the wall
   carries more than a bark
from wretch to the wrath
 I have now become
  you killed all the light
    in the heart of my sun

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 6/3/2010 8:06:00 AM
Don't ever let anyone kill "the light" in your heart, Jayne. Yes, there are Judas and black widdows out there, but you seem to be able to transcend the negative influences. Thanks for reading my work. It can't compare to the depth I've found in yours. Love, Carolyn
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