Judas.

You are dead to me.
I kind of wish I could push you off a bridge and hear your scream before you die.
You are Judas.
You are the serpent.
You are the twenty pieces of silver.
You are the rope used to hang the condemned at the Salem Witch Trials.
You are the Bermuda Triangle that swallows sailors whole.
You are the slimy defense attorney that lets killers go free.
You are the alibi girlfriend putting up her house as bond for bail.
You are the pot of gold that doesn't exist at the end of the rainbow.
You are the tears that turn a widow's eyes red.
You are the bile in the back of a bulimic's throat.
You are the razorblade of an attempted suicide victim.