Ever rode a horse
through the chimes of midnight?
You love the cross
You love its pain
But you’re drenched of colour
Watch it spiralling down the drain
You met it once
But were afraid to hold it close
Now your veins are cluttered
with a depriving overdose
You love the nails
driven through his wrists
You feel the betrayal
And the Judas kiss
You are trapped inside
the vapid orb
You lament and cry|
and are absorbed
You want to kiss
The wound in his side
But you have given up
Given up the fight
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