Pyre

I am a child of god my fingers move the earth and yet I cannot scrub the dirt beneath my nails I beg forgiveness for the sins not yet committed I am guilty for the crime of wanting Still I reach for something higher Something purer than desire My materials in pyre It's the purest lick of fire Oh Gloria you know the way my spirit writhes You know the monsters in my mind And how they rip right through the wanting And how my chest collapses And how the rhythm of my heart in rapture Palpitates beyond, it's haunting Still I reach for something higher Something purer than desire My materials in pyre It's the purest lick of fire Still I reach for something higher Something purer than desire My materials in pyre It's the purest lick of fire My materials in pyre It's the purest lick of fire You come to me in silence You come when I am rioting My body bloody bare and beating on your door It is a martyrdom the kingdom that will never come The pleasure of the flesh collapsed to dust under my tongue