my JudasA Poem by Tenten
Most of us are going to die With an uneventful life Gasping for breath desperately in some indistinctive hospital bed maybe Peacefully at some over ripe age in a room always scorned Suddenly in a dingy alley freezing for the next needle that’s what he said up there on that state paid stage actor playing deceiver smoothly…truthfully? selling his soul for 30 sliver pieces bargaining, betraying a lovers life don’t allow this use(less) life to become uneventful ending in gasping breathe disgusted room, freezing next let these words hit somewhere in a needing soul never stopping the infection that is artistic flow the spirit.
© 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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