Why Not? (since form's never my forte)

I saw Him,
Fearless, bloody, eyes glowing from the pain,
I saw Him.

I had heard Him speak before,
Yet now Time has to split Itself apart -
As I heard Him cry a timeless, wrenching cry -

In pain, or to The Lord?
The Lord.
Oh, but if He is Your Son.

Hear Him. He cries. He cries to You!
'Father' (his gold, gold eyes garish with passion)
'Why have you forsaken me?'