Monday, 25 July 2016

Judas’ Stain James WF Roberts

Judas’ Stain

James WF Roberts

Tangled webs
unravel
guilty rides all over
and you hate yourself
for confessing all to
the guy she’s lying to,
but she’s turned you into
that ‘other guy’ you’re so desperate
no to return.
When the come for you at night,
a virtual banging down your door
begging you in tears,
just to make it all, alright
and there’s something about her
that makes you think of the other
one again—you say to yourself
if I save this one,
maybe I’ve been redeemed.

And she uses the same line
as the one before her did,

dangling you just above the water
hypnotised by Narcissist;
Dorian Gray is laughing
she twisted in the knife,
her back up plan
to burn you both,
keep everyone on their toes,
but the lies are so easy to crumble
she’s not quite the same level
sociopath as the one before her was

And she uses the same line
as the one before her did
fake bruises on her body
hide the ones on her soul,
she may talk the talk
walk the walk

but there’s too much at stake
when kids are involved,
and you tell yourself
you’ve done the right thing
by telling the wronged man
all the shit she did

but you still feel so guilty
you still hate yourself
how many showers
wash away
the familiar Judas’ stain?

And she uses the same line
as the one before her did
fake bruises on her body
hide the ones on her soul,
she may talk the talk;
but maybe it’s all revenge
for the games played on her,

so who’s lying to who?
Who’s crying to who?
cutting ties,
severing the wound
why can I still feel it bleed?

but you still feel so guilty
you still hate yourself
how many showers
wash away
the familiar Judas’ stain?

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