Monday, November 12, 2007

Savior in my eyes



Don't shut your eyes
when my blood flows thicker

When their dilated pupils curse
and throw up uncircumcised laughters

When the strain licks up my wound
and darkness pours pure pain as sympathy

Heavy sins wear me down
tearing up my tissue as I cry aloud
Like a slicing sharp knife
running it's routine around palm
barely visible air polluted by agony
Lighten my palm and got bitten
by excruciation in the leg

Blood and children
All I see

Last anguish,
cry of love.

(Saved)

1 comment:

Victor said...

A monologue of Jesus on the cross