Tired

Put you on a pedestal and sat you on a throne

I found all your skeletons

Your closet full of bones

I'm better off alone

To dumb to deal

To numb to feel

Your knife in my back

I'm tired

I think of you

Before I sleep in my sheets

I break

I hate

I'm tired

I think of you

In the morning when I wake

I wince

I hiss

My eyes filled with soot

My heart full of muck

I'm tired

Why can't I let you go?

My mind a slave

My feet so cold

My throat coated

In poisonous memory

My tongue bursting with words for you

But you're safe

Far across the sea

I'm tired

Of knowing you were with her

and her

and her

and her too

What was I to you?

You say you are weak

Guess what?

Two facts

The weak get weaker

Then they die

Or

The weak grow stronger

They thrive

While you waste away in misery

I begin to rise

I am stronger than you

For I could never do what you do

Oh Judas

I hope you can see

You are now dead to me

A shadow on the ground

A silhouette upon the wall

I will haunt you

Forever until you fall

You warned me you were cunning

and I should warn you

That I am coming

Running

Flying to you

For a Goddess found her voice

Her power

Her light

and Judas

You're only a boy

A boy who murdered his life 

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