• The devil and my God
    Go hand in hand,
    For if my God
    Has seen me here,
    With my tears on my sleeves
    And an ache in my heart,
    Then there is no way
    That I can see it fit
    To love one such as Him.
    And if he not be witness
    To the tragedies that befall me,
    Then I curse his absence.
    Why should I be the child
    That must be forgotten?
    When will my pain die,
    And these self-inflicted wounds
    Wane from my body?
    And when will prayers take flight
    To meet my modest dream,
    My dream to really live
    And not just go through the motions?