I needed it
That bread, that wine
But I looked inside and couldn't find
the significance
I refuse to be a sycophant
to those who rise
I won't walk up there to suit a guise
That empty song is in reprise
and I
feel shivers down my spine
because I can't feel Him
No bread, no wine
Just a sorrowed pine
for life in the words they speak
It's the same every week
Bow my head and stare
at my feet
Searching for oxygen
beneath the ground
But my head is void for sound
Reality airless
All around
