Judas

 I told you all my secrets but you turned them into gods.

So you could worship them like a dog

At the shrines of your lies.

You sat on your throne of bones.

And watch me turn empty and cold

Because I was naked

And naked as gold.

You left me to rot in a pool of flith (and said that made sense because that's who I am)

And you soaked in the fragrance, tainted by the ruins of betrayal.

You turned yourself into a king and wore a crown of thorns.

You drank from the cup of broken souls.

Self acclaimed king of hell.

But your pedestal was made of lies and stolen golds.

So give it back to me 

Now, Judas. Now.