Kneeling down
Speaking to God
His black eyes scream forgiveness
The sound gives me goosebumps
You see
I've done things most would consider a bit unusual
But I've always deserved it
A razorblade horizontally drug across my lips reminded me to never talk back
Embedding shards of glass in my legs one by one reminded me to never run away from my problems
After everyone died there were questions I could never say the real answer to
You were there to hear the truth, always were
Beside me, behind me, beneath me
You never loved me enough to be inside, but it was ok because your mystique kept me inebriated
The questions never stopped the rooms got smaller and I had to run
I had to leave. You came with me
I hated myself for not staying. And when the pieces of glass weren't enough, I understood I deserved a worse punishment, I lit a cigarette and started my trusty chainsaw
And after I was finished even you shrunk away from me, my flat friend made of blackness where did you go?
Now all I have is God.
He listens okay, but he's not like you. With my decimated body leaning against my bed, I look into his two deep dark hollow eyes, I bring his eyes closer, into my mouth, and finally he talks back. He says *bang