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 endeavours 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