Of Angels And Demons

When does it stop? Where will it end?

You've stabbed me so many times, that there's nothing there

Left for dead, you walk away remorseless

Leaving me butchered, for my purpose was served

The devil's own spawn. you laugh as I die,

It is death for me but yet no rest also,

If you are the angels the the demons must be kind,

You and you and you and you and you

So many of you, all so different yet the same,

As I fall into the trap to save you, Only to see that you set it
My blood pours out, for you whom I called friend
The word seems like so much a curse now,
Like a venomous snake you spewed poison, feeding it to me as ambrosia
I believed it like a fool, Walking willingly to the gallows, to my demise
With faith misplaced, hoping you would save me
But you were my executioner, The one who mocked me as I hung.
Like the rapacious hyenas, preying upon my flesh
Like maggots on a rotting corpse
Atleast let my blood run cold, before you rip the flesh from my bones
You who watched my turned back so you could thrust th blade into it
Oh Caesar, now do I understand your plight, your faith in your Brutus
And my faith in mine, so many I had, each with his own greed
In life and death there is pain, death brings no swift release
Like a knife whose broken shard cannot be removed
As it digs deeper into your heart, turning it numb, icelike
Till one day you find all your blood has run dry
I have been wounded, but yet you will be unscathed
For that is the law of this world, where the good die and the bad survive
The fires of hell might be more welcoming
For fire gives warmth and shelter to those who seek it
Yet to keep my own counsel I must learn,
To trust nobody I must learn,
It is a hard price to pay for the lesson but it was well learned.