I see with my mind
Looking through different filter lenses
Changing for better
and for worse

It hurts to realize
I may never know true vision
And I'm not even sure
If I really know reality

I live life through mental images,
these horrid scenes that play out in my head

My antipsychotics are failing me
And the catch is that they probably always will
But I love you, at least that's real

Take my first kiss with your rose lips
I'll sit through purgatory with you
Sin in both our mouths that we'll hide from God

Not that he's looking

Holy heretic honey,

You are not a god-killer
You are a god
and I, a god-lover

Your angel