I wonder why I am left standing on this cross
looking down I come to feel so lost. I have been
so abandoned in this life. Born only to die for all
of this which means nothing to me. I look to the skies
and I cry out why? But no answer would come to
me.
I have been left here to hang from these
chains as the blood slips along my body my
skin pulled taught upon my frame. As pains rack
through my bones. I die for you but would you
die for me?
The skies they close their eyes. You will not come
to me your arms are not open. You will give unto
me no embrace. I have been shunned away so, for
being born so pure, for this I am your lamb of sacrifice.
I cry these tears of blood that roll down along
my face. My wounds do burn in the grief of
those who would watch me die. And I look to the
sky with question though my screams will not touch
through your hardened skin. So I am left here to die.
My body passed through your thousand hands.
A mother tender touch upon a cold and dying form
Her tears for me real as her hands slide upon what’s
left of me. Her lips to mine though so cold I am. A
cloth pulled over my nude body now to cover me. My
mother weeps for what was done but still she raised
not a hand to save me knowing well fathers plans.
This is what has become of me. This is what I was
born unto. My body for your crime. My tears for your
blood. My words for your comfort. My soul for my fathers
seed. My mothers grief for your religion. I am your lamb your sacrifice. You cry for what you all let happen.
So now you lay me down to rest. To this I say
goodbye forget the life you spoiled. My hearts your
own my presence ever felt. I was ever the one. You alpha
and your omega. For this I am done.
