I don't know how to apologize enough

I spit the words with blood
(I’ve been punched by pride
And smothered by temper)
Can you see the clot around your ears?
(You become deaf to my song
And you widen your grin in victory)

I have walked with my knees to Baclaran and back
(I spread my arms like Christ
Crucified for love and forgiveness)
Can you feel me sore, beaten and close to death?
(Your eyes bore hole to the ground
And your wrath erects a tombstone)

Bury me.
Bury me now.