My God feels Cheated
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 present from god.
And excited I opened it without hesitation
Inside was a layer of skin made of guilt and promise that I would have to learn to wear.
And now my body doesnt 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 organ.
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 blood
and soon it became enough
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 nothingness .
And now that I have found another pair of hands and a body
My god feels cheated
And all I know how to do is throw my god inside of you.
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 present from god.
And excited I opened it without hesitation
Inside was a layer of skin made of guilt and promise that I would have to learn to wear.
And now my body doesnt 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 organ.
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 blood
and soon it became enough
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 nothingness .
And now that I have found another pair of hands and a body
My god feels cheated
And all I know how to do is throw my god inside of you.