i called god
she never picked up
i called the devil
he begged to give me back my soul
i called Death
she said that she would love to hold me in her arms,
but she pushed me away
i called Life
she asked me if I hated her,
because i never tried to find her anymore
i called Hate
and he answered me as an old friend
i called Love
and they told me to try
i hung up the phone each time
i spoke not a word
with my mouth or my mind
but by heart blistered and bled
ink welling in my chest
and my tears screamed the words
that gave me no rest
