Forsaken

They draw the blood from my veins
One drop at a time.
They draw the life from my body,
One breath at a time.

Hanging on this cross,
With fire in my wounds,
I scream out in my agony.

Hanging on this cross,
I scream for you
Your silence fails to comfort me.

I close my eyes. I see red.
Open my eyes. More red.
I call your name every time I break
But you have long forgotten me.

They told me people come and go
But you will always remain

Eloi, Eloi,
Lema Sabachthani?

On Faith

I am an old man
I am but a child
I am pure and beautiful
I am crude and vile

Breaking and broken,
Perverse in your eye
Wicked, shameful, stained,
An outcast am I

You preach of love and mercy
You've condemned me to hell
Yes, I have fallen
But with grace I fell

My grace is sufficient for me.