every pleasure in your life becomes a sin

to a god with different intentions

 

and i was damned the day i met you

 

having traded perfect numbness for an infinite ache

 

how i miss the well swept empty warehouse space

 

i did not choose these chains

this altar to dirty religion

 

this cathedral erected to high gothic romance

filled with burning prayers and tricky matches

 

save me from this hell

the neverending fall from grace

 

please do something to make me hate you

hurt me, darling

sink this witch to the bottom of the lake

 

turn me to salt

 

 

stop looking into my statue’s eyes as if i am sacred

 

leave no more offerings at my feet

 

kill your devotion

 

bury your saint

 

these things i beg of you

 

so the nuns may finally stop whispering

about bloody sheets

 

ending these anguished days of unlifted robes

 

love forced to wear a mask

to pass through suspicious gates