He makes everyone but me feel safe.
He's radiant, my gums bleed
when I think about him when I brush my teeth
The sight of him terrifies me
He tells people not to be afraid
but I'm afraid for him
He gets into trouble but he won't fall
He's protected by the fleece and blood of his god
His diet of processed boring purity,
Bland pop culture and alcohol
His toxic safety
All like a hand of a god on his halo
Looking at him is like grabbing myself
through the past
He may not be saint Athanasius’s ideal
but at least he's alive and idealistic and loved
I used to love others and deny myself
His god told him to hate others as himself
and what can I do but try to return to that gospel
so I would know and hold his passions?
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