I was sitting there in my childhood hour without time or god
Life or death
When someone handed me the measure of distance
And now I am lost.
I was playing in my childhood hour without hate or love
When some handed me a gift from god,
Excited I opened it, without hesitation or knowledge of fear.
Inside was a layer of skin made of guilt and promise that I would have to learn to wear and now my body doesn’t know how to feel or act.
All the endless possibility that I felt before that day where placed on two points on the map of my body.
I lost so much in one day and I would keep losing.
Those were the rules.
So I sat there,
sealed lips,
listening to my God play my *****
And when my eyes would wander my skin would burn and my bones would rattle.
They had forgot to tell me that he was a jealous god.
But I learned faster then even they could imagine.
My hunger learned first to feast only on his body and his blood
and soon it became all I needed.
Desire was disappearing and my heart was grey.
But I knew from my lessons that sadness was the source of a blessed progress.
And soon my hands could not find themselves to my body
so they held each other
afraid to fall into a concrete nothingness .
And now that I have found another pair of hands and your body
My god feels cheated
And all I know to do is throw my god inside of you.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
I was sitting there in my childhood hour without time or god
Life or death
When someone handed me the measure of distance
And now I am lost.
I was playing in my childhood hour without hate or love
When some handed me a gift from god,
Excited I opened it, without hesitation or knowledge of fear.
Inside was a layer of skin made of guilt and promise that I would have to learn to wear and now my body doesn’t know how to feel or act.
All the endless possibility that I felt before that day where placed on two points on the map of my body.
I lost so much in one day and I would keep losing.
Those were the rules.
So I sat there,
sealed lips,
listening to my God play my *****
And when my eyes would wander my skin would burn and my bones would rattle.
They had forgot to tell me that he was a jealous god.
But I learned faster then even they could imagine.
My hunger learned first to feast only on his body and his blood
and soon it became all I needed.
Desire was disappearing and my heart was grey.
But I knew from my lessons that sadness was the source of a blessed progress.
And soon my hands could not find themselves to my body
so they held each other
afraid to fall into a concrete nothingness .
And now that I have found another pair of hands and your body
My god feels cheated
And all I know to do is throw my god inside of you.