Too Rare to Describe

Rusty needles through the skin between my fingers
Life gets creative when it comes to torture
Heavy the cross to bear without the promise of salvation
Bitter sweat i swallow every single day
Is this my punishment?
If yes, for what?

The sun sets leaving cold dark night
(drowns in the ocean i cried)
Black or blue, call it however you like
(my pain's a color)
Too rare to describe

I know this place, i know this face, i know the feeling
And yet im wandering what im doing here
Am i held captive by you?
Until i disappear

If i kneeled, would you listen?
If i bowed down, would you listen?

Hands shaking, torn my mind
(relentless ties they bind)
I torture my eyes, until they go blind
(they look for purpose)
Too distant to find

Dig deep into my brain
This so called gift this rotten fruit
And deeper down into my heart
Was it ever flowering?

If you created me in my own image
You must be a sick old man
How lonesome you must have been to spread this madness?
Arent you the one to blame?

And yet a little deeper where my soul should be
You pierce me, greedy lips slurp emptiness
A useless gift in a fragile package

Is this whats left of your holy spirit? Is this your holy spirit?

If i crumbled, defeated in no war of mine
Would it be a personal failure?
Or is it an error by design?

Day by day i fight this fight while clouds of sorrow suck my light
Darker than black, colder than white
It's a horror in shades, too rare to describe