Crucified Innocence

Shove the stake right through my hand
Now you’ll make me understand
Make me a martyr for your sin
Blame me for the hate within

You with the hammer, you with the scorn
A beautiful rose, but I was your thorn
I was that weight tied tight to your feet
I was the child whom you would beat

As you place your wreath upon my brow
Do you still see my crimes, even now?
Loving you was my only wrong
But you punished me for it, all along

You forced me down on wounded knees
Made me beg for it, ask for it, please
But mercy did not thrive in your heart
And breaking me was your favorite art

Now you will truly make me see
The cancer, the wound, was always me
I deserve all of this pain from you
I deserve all of these things that you do

As the crimson tears run down my face
And you put me in my rightful place
Crucified for these crimes committed
My spirit is battered, my heart submitted

You search my eyes, my face, for that flaw
But my love, you were the only one that I saw
Your face changed, and I knew you could see
The disease did not reside in me

(Might edit later)

 
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