Searching for you, I slowly rise,
Peering out from hollow, blood stained eyes.
I find you broken and pierced, dying for me,
Lamenting through blood soaked tears.
Struggling for air, no breath to find,
Only deafening silence taunts my mind.
Yet, I hear you weep in prayer for a few, whispering aloud
Forgive them father, they know not what they do.
Escaping the polished steel reflection, overshadowed by its serrated end,
Finding little comfort or relief in the bottle I once called friend.
I run to worship at your sacrifice, one last breath,
Today, I will be with you in paradise.
Life’s malicious game – I, its target…chambered and aimed,
Laughing nervously to avoid the pain.
I feel your heart breaking, forsaken before men,
Wearing our sin, you rise again.
Called for without remorse – tarnished, without pride,
Searching my ravaged mind for a place to hide.
I go to your grave, wanting to taste of the death you endured
The truth I must face, you are still here and I will still praise!
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