there’s a body in the kitchen
i don’t remember how it got there
i’m cold and i’m trembling
there’s no hope for me anywhere
satan is in the attic
god is in the basement
and jesus is dead in my closet
i do not know what i have done
blood on my hands and hatred in my eyes
every now and then everything inside dies
and i dont even know where i am
my furniture is broken
my drapes are torn
i’m slitting my wrists
and crying for more
i lay myself on the floor
spread myself open to the world
take a breath as my blood saturates my clothes
feel the room begin to spin
hear my blood splashing on the level below
running through the cracked hardwood floor
as i black out into oblivion