The Unholy

I see the cross, it means nothing to me.
Another sees the cross, and it means nothing to them.
I turn my face to the holy and they burn the cross into my eyes and bloody tears emerge. But yet…I am the unholy why do I shed the tears of blood? I am not the virgin who is suppose to cry them! The candles are lit and the flames are burning my flesh. Now I’m afraid…afraid to shut my eyes, what will happen to me now? Why am I crying the tears of blood…if I am the unholy one?