Cult Of Crucifixion

I will wander
I will gather my flowers
Withered and how soon forgotten
Sing with passion

Sing with vehemence
A grief too sad for song
I pick the gravel from my eyes
I need no words

I am a face rid of features
Curse this heedless folly
Am I nothing?
A plaintive breath, a moment’s vision

Curse this dead…
And words crowd to my blistered throat
Dip my wings in your magnificence
Separate my head from their crucifixion

I lay at length upon the earth
Gnats dance through my sable cloak
I lay at length upon the earth
Heaven is silent in travailed prayer

All darkness flaunts before me
I wish that peace would revisit my mind
Madness endeavors to soothe me
Beckon me nearer, whisper discreetly

When will the sun cease to climb?
That I may write my last farewell
To these gaunt residing shadows