Crucifixion

Lost in Translation,

In my articulation

Of what I can be

Given the chance

I would take the stance

To sustain a hearth

With nothing but my soul,

And continue to give

Until I am null

I am full of compassion yet strained in truth

My mind is cluttered and old,

Asunder from my youth.

The strangest thoughts roam,

I am lost within myself,

In a storm that is my own

And the only way through

Is the hearth of hope,

Which I maintain

Follow the semblance of light,

A guiding might,

A force of nothing known;

A soul to be reclaimed in night 

If the shadows sustain the throne

If my soul is lost in darkness

My might taken by hell,

I will not scream asunder pains,

I will take my snetence well.