Executioner

So tired
Must move on
Drag your feet
With ball and chain
Freedom is a chink
On the wall
Where a spark
Of the light outside
Is all you see.
Trust is a mirror
You broke
Love is your only sure thing
But the smoke in your eyes
Clouded the sky
Convicted you
To a one way highway
Bask in your bubble
Like a hamster
Rolling and rolling
Blissfully free
In your invisible walls
Not knowing this happiness
Could be your turtle and caviar meal
Your Last Supper
And I must play Judas

What must I do?
Why must it be me?
Fate decreed
That I must be the executioner
To pull the lever that drops your floor
To burst your bubble
Just as your fingers are about to reach it.
And when you’re gone
I will be left with
nothing
but 30 silver coins
A dented axe
And your ball and chain
for company.