Judasina

I’ll injure her
in this new massacre;
she’ll be a margin
sliding down the cutting edge of the dagger
‘cause her wings are just too small
her wings are just too small
her wings are too small to fly away

But Judas lets me let her be satisfied
eyes dyed while her gaze subsides and
my screams are too silent
my screams are just too silent
my screaming is just too silent to cut off

Why, little angel, why?
Is there a reason
or just the treason?

But she got me!
In this mass Christmas craze
she asked “Why
did you
put the angels in the heavens above
and left all the devils alone and in love?”
As if she blamed me for her fall, well
now I’m here to face it all

Why little angel, why?
Is there a reason
or just the treason?

Contradictions in prayers make diamonds
of venom and valor edges
all for a high-maintenance traitor
but is there a reason
or just the treason?

…Judas?

4 thoughts on “Judasina

  1. I was the reason, but not the treason; I am of the seasons, the most divisive of splitting fibres. They cry and dedicate atrocities my name, becoming more elaborate and emphatic in their sacrificial rites that I may favour them above the others. But when I turn my gaze to focus and behold each one, they flinch and wince before bursting in to flames. They see the fires and interpret it as divine judgment but that’s not true… will you take the this sash and bind my eyes? I must be blind to support life. Lord Sina Libre, Lady Kina Libra. Fortuna once was psyche secum tyche.

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