Fingers

I've got my own cross to bear,

Slowly fading into absurdity

We'll stand on the edge of madness

And laugh until we cry

There is no poison here,

And our cornerstones agree

I make little cuts on my thigh

And pretend my blood is the sun

I stare dumbly into your eye

Dirty flesh duality made into one

I approach the mountain and kneel and raise my bracelet

Proclaiming in a voice clear and sharp and loud:
“This silver fingered goddess of mine pulls my blood like a magnet!”

I've got my own dreams to fear

Quickly withering into insanity

We'll dance on the bones of an empire

And cry until we cannot breathe

There is no poison here

And our cornerstones agree

You made little noises in my eyes

And you pretend I am close by

Your apotheosis will not christianize

Crystal skin glitters up in the sky

I arrive at my home downtrodden and hungry

Requesting news in voice low and sullen and lost:
“This silver fingered goddess of mine will start such a fire in me!”