Forsaken

Forgive me father, for I have sinned

I have fallen into capitalism and am 

tired of searching for 

blood in the 

grass.

My children have forgotten your name

But I am not sorry.

I lie in filth

Blood frothing with every cough

There are no answers for me

Alas, I have more questions!

Where is my love when the 

world has gone cold?

Where is my hope in a god

that is dead?

People stopped believing

I stopped caring

I met a man the other day

I wanted to be his bride

My ring lies in a 

thousand pieces

Scattered around my shower drain

I still feel his warmth beside me

Feel him inside me

Gripping my skin

Oh blessed father

I live in sin

I believe you hold no salvation

My blood smears these pages

Sanctifying my signature

I am the forsaken.