Who Am I

Two safe zones. Crosses on every corner Birds of flight hovering conspicuously My lips are yours but my heart is mine. I am nothing but a fragile brown cross Overshadowed by seven pieces of thick white metal I look inward at my tabernacle Seven sacrificed sheep lay with open eyes The bland stare pricks my conscience I weep not tears but blue blood What have I done? I sold my essence for this? Where is my humanity? Where is my sanity? Wish there was a reset button. My successes have made me a loser at this game Please take the fame and give back my name