Watching

I watch the blood
The tears. They pour down your beautiful face, makes me shed tears also. So many tears, and yet you chose this path.
The pain
The mocking laughter. It pierces my ears, brings a lump to my throat. How can they, how can I, mock you?
The ridicle
The nails. They cut into the flesh. The trickles rush down to meet my face. They wash me clean as i kneel to you.
The crown
The sweat. It mixes with the blood and the tears and the mingled mess course down your back. But this mess fixes my own tattered mess.
And I watch the victory.