This one's kinda dramatic.

Crucifixion

My hands are pierced with nails
I hang here endlessly
Doomed to writhe 'til my body pales
From loss of life's scarlet liquor

Blood drips slowly over my hands
And none of this is real
There are no real scarlet bands
wrapped across my body

This crucifixion is a nightmare
Only a dream brought by thoughts of a creature
So beauteous, radiant and fair
That I cannot look upon

I am by my very nature not allowed
To gaze upon her face
I cannot float upon a cloud
I am pinned to this cruel cross

A crown of dreams is drifting
Round about my crown of thorns
Dreams of her uplifting
Me with repeal of my sentence

But this cannot be
The dreams transform to thorns again
Her, seeing me
Gaze upon her with rapture?

I cannot let it occur
I would be nailed a thousand times
Rather than tell her
All I have written but not said