The heavens have forsaken me
since birth, through life, in death.
It leaves a sense of vacancy
since god is in my breath.

My body has abandoned me
and every wound is fresh.
I scream to you, who fell from grace
“Is all of this a test?”

For every mark upon my skin
spells jealousy and lust.
He’s like a demon clawing in,
his talons made of rust.

And as my flesh is stripped to threads
and glass rips to the bone
He asks me, “Are you living yet?”
I swear it takes me home.

The air I breathe is far too thin,
I cannot see your face.
He says, “For you is it enough?”
God, is that you I taste?

When every promise that you’ve made
is shattered in his name.
Then maybe I can let you go
and end this filthy game.

He has me down upon all fours
his chains are brands of hate.
I feel his body on mine now
I’ve all his rage to sate.

“Call out to God. Come, spread your wings.
Is this your limit yet?
I promise that I’ll break your veins
in ways you won’t forget.”