Break you, flimsy god.

I discovered that I owed you my life,
Laid at your feet, you refused it.
I went to pray below the willow tree..

I wanted to know why there was the concept
of being love and why it still existed
To push the buttons on my masochistic machine.

The emotional tantrums then outgrew God,
As I spoke, my words suddenly went extinct,
My hands began to numb to the feel of grass
And my nose could no longer smell the rain.

I thought that this must be how it felt
When your god pulls you in and throws you,
When your god is not a well known god
But a piece of tangled and overgrown love.

He would not turn his sadistic hands or face
back to me to make me smile, operate me,
Forcing me to fix this glitch and lick the sun,
And with an unsteady hand, I dismantled my god
And lost the feeling in my heart, in my hands.