I hear footsteps
closing in
recognizing them
from my early days.
The times are different
the image remains the same,
repeating backflashes
remembering the name.
Approaching visions of things
I can’t recall
a familiar smile
awakes the pain.
Unkept promises,
the night awaits,
the act of confidence,
The kiss of Judas
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