Cult Of Crucifixion

<br>I will wander<br>I will gather my flowers<br>Withered and how soon forgotten<br>Sing with passion<br>Sing with vehemence<br>A grief too sad for song<br>I pick the gravel from my eyes<br>I need no words<br>I am a face rid of features<br>Curse this heedless folly<br>Am I nothing? A plaintive breath, a moment`s vision<br>Curse this dead...<br>And words crowd to my blistered throat<br>Dip my wings in your magnificence<br>Separate my head from their crucifixion<br>I lay at length upon the earth<br>Gnats dance through my sable cloak<br>I lay at length upon the earth<br>Heaven is silent in travailed prayer<br>All darkness flaunts before me<br>I wish that peace would revisit my mind<br>Madness endeavours to soothe me<br>Beckon me nearer, whisper discreetly<br>When will the sun cease to climb?<br>That I may write my last farewell<br>To these gaunt residing shadows