How could you crucify me, my old friend?
So quick to wreak havoc and betray me again.
Once we were allies with no wants in vain,
When you turned, you were mistaken, for this is your end.
Joined by coincidence and brought together by tragedy,
We moved in for the kill, while you were killing me.
My Mark Anthony, my hangman upon Gallows’s Hill,
What was in it for you, when I was the one you’d kill?
Are you the thief or the victim? The joker or the king?
The thunderstorm that rages on to destroy everything?
The dagger you kept hidden under that raven cloak,
Just waiting patiently to stab my back or slit my throat.
Do you think years from now, will just be years ago?
I’ve no reasons for revenge, you will reap what you’ve sowed.
It is time for a duel, a challenge you won’t forget,
You danced out of time, when you did the executioner’s pirouette.
When you cry or your saddened, another crime to regret,
When the guilt has become power and relief is a silhouette,
Vengeance will be mind within the executioner’s pirouette.