You, Judas Iscariots, betrayers!
Utterers of untruths, false promises!
Watching, masturbating – you vile voyeurs!
A vow of loyalty, friendship – abhored,
A distant tempest mildly menaces,
My love, trust shown; betrayal my reward.
You languidly lacerate me. Sadists!
A scar will ne’er form – I am cut too deep.
I hope this pierces your souls. Don’t weep!
Revenge, eighth deadly, satisfying sin,
Most succulent dish – deserving savour.
The heart or soul, on which should I begin?
How and when I exact it, that depends,
Rest in pieces, fiendish, fair-weather friends.