i never believed in a god
but his lips tasted like cyanide
and her blood dropped black
black onto by back and deep into my eyes
staining me for what i was
moss and ash under flecked skin
greens and yellow
crushed against black
black dropped on my back
from the distorted wings and hymnals
dragging my thoughts and wants
down
down
down
into the pits of hell
where they said i belonged
