Crucified

Dead on the inside but fake the light to fool the crowd,

Shapeless and hollow yet seem vibrant and full to make them proud,

Shaking the hand of the devil to get the things you need,

Embracing the Judas ignoring the advice we’d heed,

The only light left within is an ember of past transgressions,

The only memories left are the ones that made impressions,

Now climb back up and take your place on that cross, 

For you there is no destiny since all hope is lost.