I regarded my friend as my blood brother because we grew up in the same social circumstances as the people around us.
As much as I wanted to get out of there deep down I knew that I was trapped eternal vicious cycle that would never end.
Yes, we had our dreams like any so-called normal person, but we just didn’t know how to apply ourselves to this terrible cycle.
We sat around that same roaring blazing fire and began to ponder over it but somehow, we always came up against those blank walls staring and ridiculing us.
We both began to smoke the plant of laughter and tasted that bittersweet vine. Little did I know that I would inherit the gene of alcoholism. Both of us led a life of crime.
In the end, man didn’t want to know us anymore they began to chase us away from there doorsteps and front doors.
We were treated like scorn but who could blame them. So many times we have tasted those cruel cold steel bars.
The art on our bodies represented a sign of true rebellion. We made a pact with each other that we would stand by each other through thick and thin no matter what because we shared the same blood.
We were blood brothers for life.
Unbeknown to me that fact would tear us apart and be broken. Then one day my soul sank into the deepest of rivers.
That river was so dark and filthy that I couldn’t see in front of me. I saw my blood brother sitting around that roaring fire with the men in blue.
He began to betray me as the instigator in all of this wouldn’t even give me the slightest glance. In my mind, I called him Judas Iscariot.
I was led away to my fate no matter what it was. In my mind, I called him Judas Iscariot. Indeed there is a Judas Iscariot in each one of us because when push comes to shove we have no one that will stand by us.