Judas in Theory

I won't feed your ego and for that you believe me to be wicked.
I desire silence over false praise and mock acceptance.

The scene asks all giving nothing in return.
And I hold no love for anyone including myself.

But the freedom of deceit is beautiful.
As I will speak with a forked tongue to see you happily over the cliff.

Red card in pocket and a simple rose held bleeding in hand to sit upon your grave.

I always count my blessings with your misfortunes.

I wear a mask as do we all.