god is small and white;
yet sometimes yellow.
god is a capsule.
he shows me the light.
I found god in hands-
hands of a smiling man.
I love god, I hate him too.
he tells me what to say
what to do.
god takes me up high;
above the stars and night.
god drops me down low,
beneath the burning ice.
god will never leave me,
this I will always know.
I love god, I hate him too,
he tells me what to feel,
what to do.
I feel gods hands on me,
I feel fingers around my neck.
he leans in and says he loves me,
then he breaks me into dust.
god touches me, smooth, soft.
he asks me to let him in.
I love god, I hate him too.
he tells me what to think,
what to do.
god keeps me warm-
but his body is dead cold.
he smiles, and holds grace,
then spits and laughs in my face.
I take god in, forced and warm,
without him I cringe and I writhe.
I love god, I hate him too,
he tells me how to live,
what to do?
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
god is small and white;
yet sometimes yellow.
god is a capsule.
he shows me the light.
I found god in hands-
hands of a smiling man.
I love god, I hate him too.
he tells me what to say
what to do.
god takes me up high;
above the stars and night.
god drops me down low,
beneath the burning ice.
god will never leave me,
this I will always know.
I love god, I hate him too,
he tells me what to feel,
what to do.
I feel gods hands on me,
I feel fingers around my neck.
he leans in and says he loves me,
then he breaks me into dust.
god touches me, smooth, soft.
he asks me to let him in.
I love god, I hate him too.
he tells me what to think,
what to do.
god keeps me warm-
but his body is dead cold.
he smiles, and holds grace,
then spits and laughs in my face.
I take god in, forced and warm,
without him I cringe and I writhe.
I love god, I hate him too,
he tells me how to live,
what to do?
alternate title: ode to benzodiazepines
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