There is no sunlight in this god forsaken place
The underworld is my world
I buried myself here long ago
Became fluent in danger
My hands stopped shaking when I had to pull the trigger
That’s how I knew I was finally numb
I learned their lingo and spoke like one of them
Transactional relationships, my means of survival
How sick I am of myself
I want to be…. remade
in the soft embrace of his faith
That “everything will be ok”
But the underworld clings
It stains
It whispers
“you are what you have done”
I study my reflection
in dark windows.
I wonder if someone like him
can touch someone like me
without becoming ruined
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 5:42 PM UTC
There is no sunlight in this god forsaken place
The underworld is my world
I buried myself here long ago
Became fluent in danger
My hands stopped shaking when I had to pull the trigger
That’s how I knew I was finally numb
I learned their lingo and spoke like one of them
Transactional relationships, my means of survival
How sick I am of myself
I want to be…. remade
in the soft embrace of his faith
That “everything will be ok”
But the underworld clings
It stains
It whispers
“you are what you have done”
I study my reflection
in dark windows.
I wonder if someone like him
can touch someone like me
without becoming ruined
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