Hiding in a blanket
Prayer lost in a church,
Shielded in a pew but no-one cares that you're there,
It isn't why you're looking when you're feeling the burn,
Thoughts exorcising reason and it's all you can bare.
Tomes providing reason,
When you're lost and alone,
As you see the gold and silver, and you feel you're at home.
But just behind the curtain peeking cold and afraid,
Is the same possessive helplessness that you feel in your veins.
Are you blessed on holy contact
When you roll back your sleeves?
Are you baptised by the needle as it washes your needs?
As the vestments of your eyelids black the white of your eyes,
As the emptiness and loneliness comes to blacken your sky.
The prayer that you speak when you need God the most.
Is the silence as you see him when he runs through your host.
And when ***** fills your lungs and you've completed the prayer,
When the tourniquet is loosened and your veins breathe some air,
When the needle bows it's head and you can writhe in dark,
When nobody is looking and you don't know where you are...
Feel him wash, and cleanse your soul.
Leopard stigmata, forgotten soul.
Breath is a whisper. Lie in your hole.