Crucified

CRUCIFIED Shot and missed! Close not close enough Why am I shooting at an empty sky? The clouds are covered in impenetrable bullet proofs How do I shoot at the moon in this eclipse? So confused! In my perfections and imperfections I have given them my all; tried at least Yet, my best seem like my worst They have chosen not to believe in me. All blames on me! The white sheep in black clothes They can’t see my struggles How can they my hustles? Do I have to put my head on the blade for them? Eyes closed! When am gone; they open their eyes My bed is full of needles; my pillow, full of tears How much more will I cry before I get consoled? Now that am dead; they wail and write the best tributes My casket made of gold; my grave full of diamonds. Lordvip