I tried to escape from the infernal regions
but it was useless;
my life was devoid and ineffective.
In the darkest hour of my life;
you offered me motivation.
With desperation I invited you in;
part of it was a little reckless of me.
It seemed as if God heard my supplication;
my soul suffers with remorse and humiliation.
With the waters up to my neck;
I didn't consider the situation.
I found myself in a desert;
standing all alone with no direction.
I put a few cents of trust in you,
something I don't usually do.
Little did I know that a plan was set in motion;
it was ignorant of me,
to open the door without caution.
Happiness rarely crossed my path; and
a smile on my face was far from the forecast.
I was puzzled by how you put at
disposal--a helping hand--a service
that came with a demand.
You playing Judas--taking 30 pieces of silver--
money over loyalty;
I feel the dagger piercing through me.
You infiltrated your spirit with great manipulation.
Now that your mask is off;
I want an explanation. Or do I?
I'm afraid you'll find a way to deceive my perception.
