Crucify
I lay here
With this twisted obsession
A phantom in your name
A falsehood that I kiss closely at night
Even when your lips
This air that tricks
And taunts me with your tasteâŚ
Smother me to sleep
Convincing me that you are really there
 I lay here
Wishing to give you all you have ever wanted
Why bother tearing down the sky?
When the universe seems to suit you more
And your bottomless pockets
Just what can I do
To crack that porcelain face?
So frozen in the wake of your fear
That you are not good enough for anything
Or anyone
 I lay here
Feeling like a fucking fool
All too close to the sun
But relishing the burns
The sweet sensation
Of denial
As you bathe me in your blood
And rejection
But leaving me with just enough air
To survive another day
 I lay here
Writing these words
Because words are all I have left
When you refuse to see
The soundness and sincerity
Of this silly, broken little heart
As you place the crown upon my head
Crucifying me once more
All in the name of the love
That you will never, ever give to me
 2016 Vincent Cuccolo












