The first time I met God
I was alone and afraid.
I was nothing.
He took my hand and
showed me something beautiful
and then I fell in love.
He began to ask me for things,
my fingernails, my hair,
and I gave willingly.
What use are these decorations
when the body is but a vessel
to be used for good?
Finally, just my heart was left.
It only stopped beating
when he tore my heartstrings apart
for his repast.
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 2:04 AM UTC
The first time I met God
I was alone and afraid.
I was nothing.
He took my hand and
showed me something beautiful
and then I fell in love.
He began to ask me for things,
my fingernails, my hair,
and I gave willingly.
What use are these decorations
when the body is but a vessel
to be used for good?
Finally, just my heart was left.
It only stopped beating
when he tore my heartstrings apart
for his repast.