Marcela of the gardens.

God is a girl and all girls are God

My pale skin is covered in my own blood

I'm offering myself to you, can't you see?

So I rise to receive my share of blessings

When I find that you've got none for me.

I am no one

A forest of nothingness...

A virus, a plague, your personal pest

You wear me like a hand-me-down vest

If I could I'd throw the stars

into the nearest public pool for you

To watch them drown miserably

And laugh about it later

When there's nothing else left to do

Life feels like two cars

running towards each other

at full velocity

and I'm just waiting for the crash scene.