Dark passionate christ

A Poem by Porcelain

Its not exactly religious, but more of a symbol What for, i dont really know either...but hey it came and i suppose someone who lives for their life, for being who they want to be will be punished by those that disagree, like they did with christ. And

Im a dark, passionate christ
On a throne of thorns, surrounded by heracy
Im a symbol of hate and disgust
As they stone my pain, i carry it around everyday
Im a walking target for slander,
For doing right, for being who i needed to be
Im a dark, passionate christ
I pray to the above for an easy death,
A way out of the torture i recieve for being alive
Those, my friends, the ones i call disciples,
Will not stand by and watch. They will dishonour me.
And doubt me, pretend they do not know me,
To escape the same.
I cannot escape, i am meant to bring life, and love
I am smart and a talent, i can bring you to life again
But what is it worth, when they laugh behind your face
At my scars, and my pain and my beliefs in life
What is it worth, when the light you should bring
Has been dyed black, and i only bring darkness.

A dark, passionate christ. Surrounded by love,
Once they have me upon my own cross.
They heaved me up, not help but pushed
They do not listen, nor would they pity
Their mouths of hate, shout at my wound
"Oh christ, of passion, of darkness and light,
Save thineself from thy pain thy do suffer. Say it.
Say that you are not what you have said. Say it."
But i cannot take it back, i cannot leave my life,
In the hands of monsters. I would rather die, and so i shall.

I am a dark passionate christ, who hung upon a cross,
A cross of bearing my own fate, my life that i lead,
I am punished for being myself, and bringing light
That tanned into black, into the dark.
Me, the dark passionate christ of the soul.
Who shall wander, alone. Forever after.