Judas of Expectation

He walks down the trenched sidewalks
Twirling his knives inside his head
Slashing out at whoever looks at
Duck faced pacing mind wanderings

This is his curse and blessing
A cliche in tandem with strife of life
Marvelous striped drippings sickly


I saw him twitch once, wonderful sight
The dress he bore, stripped, peculiar
He seemed anxious like a prey animal
Old soul and diseased, a prime target
Although seemingly aware, still weak
He drowned in his sleep dreaming awake
And sings of a time when things were simple
His posture was poor, degraded spine
Protruding scapulae and drinking wine
It seems like the drink gives him
That which he cannot grasp for sober

Inside my mind these things make sense
But to common onlooker, not worth pence
Judge me, enslave me, my mind is mine
Contained within it imagine all fine
Rape me brutally I'll still stand tall
Might of will can never truly fall