being buried under
and lifted high
and grotesquely molested
by your every deed and thought
as though its heavy
as though you were right
as though it ever fucking mattered
You can take your God bless you’s in the bathroom stalls
you can fake your Heaven is calling for me’s
you can take all of your unjust and unholy
dirty deeds and shove them where god forgot to look
And wipe it clean with a page of the most unholy book
the one you pretend to read
and you think you have a thought
but instead I feel
it’s your idiocy banging against my skull
and it breaks and I bleed and I want to end it all
start this world anew
begin a new day
in a new way
And make them pay where they sit in luxury
and steal the energy,
take the highway of the bandits
raping and killing with your righteous
right hand hidden under
holding tight and I’m pissed at the injustice
Pious heads bowed in
eyes gleaming glinting evil intentions
and I can’t breathe under this blanket you spread over me
every time you utter sacrilege with your tongue
You don’t understand life and you can’t understand
You’re the evil one with your broken mind and broken fingers
and broken tongue and you have no right to
force upon me with unwanted glee,
that from which I hastily flee.
I think I’m done now.
I feel better.
I’m less strung out and I’m happy
when your voice is not battering against my walls.
When I’m drifting in bliss
and I’ve forgotten you even exist at all.