By Bridget O Date: 2002 Jul 10 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.10.07.40.30799]] |
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 |