The sun sets upon my rainy day,

Thunder crackles, demons cackle—

They know I’ve reached the end of the road.

My eyes burn, heavy with grief,

No longer do I yearn for relief—

Your betrayal lingers, bitter on my tongue.

You, Judas, with your sweetened lies,

Kiss my cheek and meet my eyes,

Guiding them to me with your cunning smile.

They hand you the silver, blood on their hands,

You take the weight and flee the lands,

But pause, as if to say—

“You should have known better.”