Crucify Me

[tigriswolf]

   

Silver 
Litters the floor 
Stirring up dust. 
Above, 
Beyond four stone walls and the ceiling, 
The sun baths the sky a pale golden. 
Light hits the coins, 
Glinting with shameful glee. 
He cannot look away. 

Crucify me, Father.
Punish me for my sins. 
Show me the error of my ways; 
Make me repent. 

He stares into the sun,
Lamenting and rejoicing, 
Wondering where he went wrong. 
Silver 
Fills his sight, 
All he can see and all he knows. 

I am Cain to His Abel, Father.
I am a betrayer and a liar. 
I am the king of sinners, now. 
Crucify me, Father. 
Punish me and make me repent. 

Silver
Is cold in his grip, 
Clenched tight in a traitor’s fist. 
With a curse he throws it all, 
At the grinning jesters who think they’ve won. 
Silver 
Glints in his mind’s eye as he strides away. 

Crucify me, Father.
It is all I deserve. 
Punish me now for all I have done. 

Silver 
Streaks across the sky. 
The rope is coarse against his skin, 
Tight and constricting around his throat. 
The clouds above are calm and knowing; 
He wonders where he went wrong, 
And then— 
With a twist, he wonders no more. 

Crucify me, Father.
Crucify me for my sins. 
I languish, silver clenched in my fist. 
Crucify me, Father. 
Do you not hear me repent?