The Sinner Or Saint

I am the cross.

I crucify feelings, leaving only destruction of self.

I could never be hurt.

I traded in my tears, for the blood of those who call me foul names.

Basking in the thoughts of a beautiful demise without an end among transcended creatures.

Only now am I at peace, a reflection of one who once was innocent of sin.

I implore you, give me justice or a swift end.

No partially fair trial of enemies.

I shall be plunged deep into the never-ending obiss of objectionable resentment.

Yes, yes I shall.

They know only of my journey and tribulous encounters.

C.King, Now all shall know this

The image of me is not who i am, tis simply the cover of my existence.