
Agony at its most exquisite is more often than not caused by your own hand. Rated for disturbing imagery.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Tragedy - Words: 143 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-07-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2568904
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Crown of Thorns
or
The Sacrifice
I wear a burning crown of thorns,
My pain, my shame,
A scornful burden of the soul
All aflame.
My heart despairs in agony
For it alone
Shares in the silent misery
I've always known.
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I wear a carved and broken smile,
Deranged, unkind,
A dark, demented Cheshire grin
That twists my mind.
Myself, I do not recognize,
Hope shattered so
I beg "Oh God, please let it end!
Please let me go…"
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I wear shackles on foot and hand
Heavy as lead,
As heavy as an iron bell
Tolling in dread.
I stare, with glazed and haunted eyes,
At the floor
And watch my tears land in the dust
And hope no more.
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I wear a burning crown of thorns,
My pain, my shame,
But for this pain, I've only got
Myself to blame.
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