Stigmatized
Stigmata
I rest in a passionate embrace
Forever in a web of perfect agony
Under blood red skies the blackened moon offers me compassion
While I slowly fade with my very own blood, my very own tears
Hath thorns composed a crown so rich?
Whilst I’m pierced from both my hands and feet
I weep as I surrender my soul
My heart, my life, my all
I implored the archs of purpose
I drowned in the blacked oceans
Untwist confusion to unite me from sin
So I could live with a newly redeemed hope inside of me
I am stigmatized
Through the black of days and the dark of nights
I am stigmatized with the heart of sin right under my skin
When would I be free from this world?
When would I be free from pain?
Under blood red skies, I reached out my hand
To touch a heart so pure, in lakes of sand
And I watched your soul as in turned to dust
You still bleed inside, as you are stigmatized