I would love the way you wounded me
even if I did not love you;
only some kind of divine perfection
must know how to bleed a man that much
and still leave life remaining.
the perfect sadist,
make me want to live just a little longer,
to suffer just a little more.
I’d burn churches in your name,
and hang upon your cross,
and forever be a cannibal of your flesh
if only you would destroy me,
bring me down to ash,
to build me up again, from clay.
Vote For Me
One of us. ONE OF US.