Hour of Iniquity

I have found myself to be rather fascinated by the crucifixion of Christ lately,
and this poem is about Judas Iscariot. 

My hour of iniquity has come
and I would trade 30 for 24
There is no grace after my guilt
as I look toward the skies

Today will not end
in feelings of emptiness
For emptiness will end
the days of my life

I cannot speak from the heart
Nor can I open my mouth
The openness of the noose
can only speak for me

My hour of iniquity has come
and it is the last hour I shall live
as I walk toward the field