Nails are ripping
My veins apart
Scratching the blue
Off the sky

My words have floated
Away with
The passing clouds

I am speechless

Watching guards
Casting lots
For my clothes:

The crisp linen
That once
Covered my
Shiny ideas

And thoughts
That moved
Mountains

I lay down a carpet
Woven of the finest
Silk of sacrifice

As the weight gets
Heavier

And pain flashes its
Thunder through my
Soul

Dreams fade away
With the breath of
The third hour

On my Golgotha