Silky injections

  When the clouds in the sky arent there  Where does the rain of the world hide

  I think I have realized that I am enough.  I am more than enough.  I might be too human. I am someone who breathes deeply often. I look into the sky and think of all the people who have left me.  I feel as if something is wrong with me. When I think about what has happened my body has told me to unclench itself.

  Under a tree of forbidden fruit, You lay and glare at me. Aching, and a deep desire fills you. I see you and see things that  death has taken from me. I see everything in you only, I make you my chapel and worship. I make you an image, To an image you will return. Under you I lay, Knowing you are only here to bite me.

  I will promise you a life  That will make my soul scream in joy  She will open up when I die and it will sound more promising than God at the gates of judgment  I want you to caress the soul, not the body Is that so bad?