the red

blood sprays towards the crowd
as flesh is torn from the bone

his broken screeches
echo loudly

the open corridors ring with his pain

the blue sky above oblivious
to its happenings
and therefore happy

the laughter
of guilty, ignorant men

the silence
of those that condemned him

the mournful cries
of the ones who love him

the tears of the innocent

wet on my face
my eyes reopen
the red runs
side by side with salty tears

each lash echoes
with the cry of an innocent man

my blood curdles with rage
my screams are aimless,
attempts of rescue, undesired
im overcome with weakness

his own prophecy fulfilled
as his true enemy stands nearby

wet on my face
my eyes reopen
the red runs
side by side with salty tears

how can it be
that his blood be shed
is he not king
or just a man

the greatest sacrifice
i do not understand its cause

remarkable his strength & composure
im unsure of its origin

knocked down
he stands again
ready for another

he bares it all
and for what
for who

his selflessness is incomprehensible
but the sinful must pay
he takes the place
these are things my mind does not accept

these are the final moments
slam
he screams
as the crowd gasps

THEY laugh again

the blood never ceases to flow

streaming out of him
he is the lamb at the slaughter
i must turn away
no success

i try again
i cannot take my eyes off of him
he is lovely

the sight of his body repulses me
yet his eyes consume and control me
i am captivated by there purity

wet on my face
my eyes reopen
the red runs
side by side with salty tears