Psalm 22 indie

My God, my God, why’d you leave me here?
Screaming into nothing, drowning in fear.
Daylight prayers bounce off the sky,
Night comes heavy, still no reply.
You’re holy, yeah, but I’m just dirt,
A worm in the gutter, spit on and hurt.
They laugh, they point, they roll their eyes—
“Trust your God now, watch him save your life.”
Hands and feet torn open wide,
Clothes ripped apart, they gamble for my pride.
Dogs surround me, bulls close in tight,
I’m fading fast into the blackest night.
Don’t stay away—my strength is gone,
Pull me from the jaws before I’m done.
I’ll sing your name when the crowd comes back,
Broken praise rising through the cracks.

Independent artist (indie), punk, grunge, and rock Psalm 22 as indie rock grunge verse (raw, distorted, melancholic