I spew filth from my soul, my mind, my eyes
But not my heart
It’s a little temple
A special place
For God to make himself at home
Frozen fresh in the ozone
My God, my God why have you forsaken me???
Is it because I placed nails through my hands
Because I hated myself and wanted to watch me bleed?
Is it because I picked up a pipe
And a needle protrudes from my arm even now?
Is it because of that one time when I was young
when the babysitter thought he could touch me?
Why do you keep telling me you love me?
How could you love me?