a poem by me

Crucify Me

Crucify me, trust as it will please.

Penetrate my hands on the cross while I blow in the breeze.

Let me ask for the pain, as I feel no torment.

My limbs may be strung, in an act of disfigurement.

Strain me as if I'm the son of god.

Let the public watch this beautiful ballade.

Pinned in the field of the dead, it reeks of bloodshed.

The rags of my clothes dangle.

While my body may slowly mangle.

Brought aghast, those who see will be.

As I will be there for eternity, never set free.

Minutes on end of excruciating bliss.

My soul slowly descends into the dark abyss.

Days to days, months to months, weeks to weeks.

Those who see my shell of a body will shriek.

Let the corpse rot, bloodied and beat.

Furthermore, may the vultures hiss and enjoy the feast.