Wormwood

It's been two years since

The last time I cried

I was gone with my friends when

My grandmother died

And her youngest son called me

Tears fell from my phone

She planted a garden

And raised him beside it

He played in the soil

As his mother's sunlight hit

His face, and the flowers

Now they've wilted away

If you get impatient

Like an angry father

And decide that you want me

Decide that you want her

Just come through the front door

Look me in the eyes

I heard that in Heaven

Bad things don't exist

But I heard the same thing goes

For non-existence, so

Whichever one takes us

We're better off there

And I thought I heard you say

There were no losers, only winners

That's my mistake

But if I'm already a sinner

I might as well

Kill everyone who's ever told me

I needed help

Don't offer me something I'm able

To give myself

While you're all busy being stable

I'll clear the shelves

And all the seats around my table

Have cleared themselves

My friends are gone, but just for right now

At least I will

Forget them all eventually

For one who's all-loving

You turned on me quickly

The moment I left you

You turned them against me

In the name of what's right

As if they could know

This imperfect path, for these imperfect people

Where you go they'd follow, the fire or the steeple

But you never lead them

You simply command