Last time I felt anything,
I was sitting on cold porcelain
for hours on end
No, I was lying next to it
Curled up in a thick air of
”Oh God, why”
Even he didn’t know
The reason wine smells
like dusty decisions going in
and violent screams of the sun coming out
I’ve never tasted freedom such as this
A moment so blinded from anything
that happened before, or will
happen after
Is this what pure bliss feels like?
A shivering abandonment of all
that ails me, except for what
ails me the most
at this moment?
With all my senses, I engaged
With both God and the devil,
next to the only throne
that seats them both
