The Mask Of Judas (The Dumb Fatalist) Poem by Agatha Eliza

you, who thinks that you can cry for my pain,
and swear on your life, never to walk away,
you, who sacrifices wilthed roses on the altar of love
and swears that you'll never let anyone separ us? !
you, dew droplet which fills the sea with your sadness
and swears that only destiny made you come across me? !
you, the one who in the darkest hours claims to think of me
and ask me to love you more than anything on this world? !
you, priceless stoned mask moulded by the tides of life
now you've got lost among the somber thorns of dawn?
love is but a game, when the players are blind or dead
when two hearts beat slower under the ravens' wings in hell.
a dream is coming down..but love will keep the bodies united!
and yet hands will last touch..but the fingers will be rotten!
but what a tragic end! the human being decomposes.
but why believing in dreams? they're already torn to pieces!

and yet you're still convinced that you had not known love?

aren't you aware of it? this is no longer a joke!
that wearing this mask will only make you choke? !
I wanted to love you, but your name was Judas.