By Bridget O
Date: 2002 Jul 10
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Crucify

You nail me
slowly
to my cross.
My crucifixion
is so hard
to bear.
You make me a crown
of the pieces
of my broken heart
and my temples,
hands,
feet,
bleed
with blood
as black
and the night.
My breath
goes short
the crowd
of heart's
that I myself have broken
cheer at my downfall.
Not one eye
cries for me
Not one love
dies for me.
He is my executioner
He is my devil
He is mine.
And I'm not comparing myself
to Jesus Christ,
but know now
Why he chose not to be
saved
while he had
the chance