Why I am a brain damaged god by Snow-Machine, literature
Literature
Why I am a brain damaged god
Because a god should not fuck her prophet. Because I believe
In abiogenesis more than I believe in myself. Because I had
Gore in my fingernails while I cried on the bathroom floor, and you
Rocked me to sick Heldigare's lullaby as the nearby bathtub
Filled with the blood of my enemies.
And I said, with my hair stuck black to the floor, drool
Wet on the back of my hand,
You must love me more than you love yourself.
You must love me more than you love yourself.
You must love me more than you love yourself.
You began to scream when you tried to clean off
All the blood. You said, maybe they're right to call
You a monster, savage child,