My Crucifixion

My Crucifixion One of a few regrets, I face my mortality Time spent in dissension, self imposed exile I face my God, drop in prayer asking for reprieve My penance; life, my sentence; life In what else can I believe Judge, jury, and executioner Pontius Pilate at my crucifixion I see things that most do not want to see Blood on my hands My own blood from my own crucifixion Feeling things that most do not want to feel I’m facing demons, living nightmares As I am forced to look inside at the real me Who I was, who I am, different yet the same Fighting through the battles, torn and scarred The only way to get over the shame We all make mistakes, admitting it or not I too was only created in an image Falling short, falling hard, bottomless abyss Truly sorry for the paths that I may have strayed For the monsters I’ve created Still I have become my judge, my jury, and my own executioner Pontius Pilate at my crucifixion Seeing things that I don’t want to see Judge, jury, and executioner Pontius Pilate at my crucifixion Feeling things that I don’t want to feel Blood on my hands My own blood from my own crucifixion Believing things that I don’t want to believe, And all in the name of repentance... Bless me father for I have sinned, With my first breath of life I became tied to you With a never-ending need for forgiveness Always sorry for the very way of the world As if through death I could enact a change...