If I am worthy or not
is never on my mind
except when you wield your
glinting knife
to remind me I am lesser
An insignificant human life
Why do you stick around
like a moth eating
my light alive
You cannot get enough of
what you despise
Maybe I will take that away
Maybe I will run away
Words I was never allowed to say
I can't be bothered but I am
You call yourself a Christian
but you never listened
to my side of the story
that you buried, you buried
over my dead body
Three days later I'm awake
but I'm so jaded on a Sunday
