I, Judas

Like driving nails through his wrists,
I choose sand in place of air.
I betrayed him with a kiss.

Trapped in a squall’s dark abyss,
Where my silver is my prayer;
Like driving nails through his wrists.

I stab and bleed, perfectionist,
Which fades away when I compare; 
I betrayed him with a kiss.

Unloving thorns crown innocence,
Red life dripping off anointed hair;
Like driving nails through his wrists,

Crushed within my clenching fist;
Thank God I’m not up there.|
I betrayed him with a kiss.

I see a light in dawn’s first mist,
If followed, leads me from despair;
Like driving nails through his wrists,
I betrayed him with a kiss.