morning all,
i have not been here very long, but i wanted to share a bit of myself with all of you. i have been writing stories and poetry since i was about 11 years old. i wrote this one after my df'd brothers suicide, it sort of summed up my feelings on the wts, the calous elders and there treatment of suicide, all the bull shit, and how i felt about the way my family was treated. i wanted to share it with all of you, i hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think.
Crucifixion
silence is a deafening whisper
pain the moment before i bleed
the rape of virtue not forgotten
crippling my sense of need
shadows cast illumination
forgiveness is a fallacy
forcing me to bear their weakness
nailing my hands to the tree
your sins are deep within you
i will tear them out and leave
children hung by their repentance
the wicked are the ones that grieve
saviors standing standing all around me
passing judgement on many lives
smashing stones against the worthy
who crumble as the promise dies
the curtains torn the tombs are empty
as the shepards cause the weak ones pain
the iron heats with your defiance
and brands me with the mark of cain
hand me your cup of poison mercy
hoist me up for all to see
slap me with your fists of cruelty
as your judas counts his fee
mothers cradling their own sorrow
screaming for their child's demise
i wear this thorny crown of hatred
and pity drips into my eyes
i have done what is known as the "poor mans copyright" on this. i would appreciate it if you did not use it for anything and just leave it as a post. but please let me know what you think.
thanks