Crucified

My thoughts crucified under the moonlight
and tossed carelessly into the mainstream
the laughing stock of a confused society

if a tear slips down my face, don't as why
up here on this cross, reasons mean nothing, only life
but I'm sure you know how tht goes

I've seen you upon a cross before
the color the the Sycamore it was made of
mirroring mine with no details spared.