Destroyer of the Gods

You arm the pin to pop balloons I send up

I languish in the desert, you refuse to fill my cup

Slept on a bed of nails to make you want me more

I force a smile while I beat my head against the floor

Maybe I’ll tear you down

Can you hear my little tantrum now?

I’ll puppeteer you like a dancing clown

And put my words in your mouth

I’m going to grind you down and bludgeon you to paste

Scrub every conviction until it is erased

I’m going to field dress you and turn you inside out

Blood soddened and empurpled by my suspicious and doubts

I’m getting good at this

Decorating all my wretchedness

It feels so good being okay with it

So I can sparkler and rot

And they will shout my praise!

And watch my throat becomes an open grave

It feels so good pretending I am brave

Till I forget that I’m not