Within these walls that cry out in agony
I have nothing left but my soul to burn
this hollow body feels forlorn and wasted
indeed it weeps so deep, yet no tears appear -
I shout out above to the heavens to help me
wringing my hands in shame for the crimes committed
for I feel like Christ crucified upon that tree
but for me just give me that sharpening spear...
Shadows pass now into infinity as doth time
for I feel strangled and crucified here
looking within this mirror that beckons me
what have I done, will my punishment fit the crime?
B...
Written 26 April 2016
By B R Walker
Copywriter UK