If you turned me inside out,
Perhaps I'd fit into heaven.
Take my limbs apart,
Drench them in bleach,
Strip away my sin.
Drown me in your water,
Suffocate your own daughter,
Strangle her -
With the cross necklace you bought her.
Hold me -
Hang me high upon a star,
let my stinging body dry.
Satisfy your voyeuristic tendencies
Of watching thy neighbour die.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 9:28 PM UTC
If you turned me inside out,
Perhaps I'd fit into heaven.
Take my limbs apart,
Drench them in bleach,
Strip away my sin.
Drown me in your water,
Suffocate your own daughter,
Strangle her -
With the cross necklace you bought her.
Hold me -
Hang me high upon a star,
let my stinging body dry.
Satisfy your voyeuristic tendencies
Of watching thy neighbour die.