Eyes of the Christ

Hopelessly adrift in the eyes of the Christ. Pushed down to my knees and pushing my eyes into the memory of what used to be. Broken bones and nothing but pure rage. I never know what's real and what's not. I never know if it's you, or if it's just a cruel spectre of what could have been. Premeditated and so god-damned calculated. I'm no longer interested in the present. Searching for a future that is nothing but hopelessness. My heart in the air, looking for some sort of savior. Some sort of savior that isn't there. Pushing the air into my lungs. Burning and suffocating with pure hurt.There's nothing left but everything I gave to you.My heart, my soul, my life. Down to the core of my being. Stare uselessly into the eyes of the Christ. I was wrong.I've been wronged.So now I stand here, searching for some sort of sign in the eyes of a dead messiah.Wondering if this is worth anything.Wondering if it ever was.