SHRINE OF PAIN

I am tormented and bruised
and left to be crucified....
hung on the cross i wail,.
where happiness is denied....
all alone in the silence ,
its my cry that one can hear....
all in the darkness
one can see the light
of my burning heart
far or near....
the cruelty of destiny ,
has fallen hard on me....
in the prevailing darkness,
its my burning heart one could see....
for mercy i wont be pleading,
but in pain i choose to be left bleeding....
without you i choose no life,
neither the ray of hope to shine,,
or the shower of hope to rain....
i would rather kneel with bleeding wrists,
at the altars of the SHRINE OF PAIN.