I hear footsteps
closing in
recognizing them
from my early days.

The times are different
the image remains the same,
repeating backflashes
remembering the name.

Approaching visions of things
I can't recall
a familiar smile
awakes the pain.

Unkept promises,
the night awaits,
the act of confidence,
The kiss of Judas
I feel the lips of my cheek,
The kiss of Judas
hunts me once again.

In your private chamber,
you're all alone
the well earned silver pieces
falling to the floor.

The flame of the candle casting
movements to the wall,
your eyes filled with guilt
keep staring at the door.

Approaching visions...

Unkept promises...