Cult Of Crucifixion

I will wander
I will gather my flowers
Withered and how soon forgotten
Sing with passion
Sing with vehemence
A grief too sad for song

I pick the gravel from my eyes

I need no words
I am a face rid of features
Curse this heedless folly
Am I nothing? A plaintive breath, a moment's vision
Curse this dead

And words crowd to my blistered throat
Dip my wings in your magnificence
Show me my real face
Curse this dead
Separate my head from their crucifixion

I lay at length upon the earth
Gnats dance through my sable cloak
I lay at length upon the earth
Heaven is silent in travailed prayer
All darkness flaunts before me

I wish that peace would revisit my mind
Madness endeavours to soothe me

Beckon me nearer, whisper discreetly
When will the Sun cease to climb?
That I may write my last farewell
To these gaunt residing shadows