THESE HANDS OF MINE ACHE FROM HOLDING HIS FACE

THE WEIGHT OF HIM HEAVY, THE TASTE OF HIM LIKE MERCURY

THE CRAWLERS CRAWLED BENEATH MY FEET AS I PUT HIM UP ON A PEDESTAL TOO HIGH FOR ME TO REACH

AND I WATCHED THE WORLD CRUMBLE AT HIS FEET

IS HE A GOD? A MERE PROPHET? I WOULDN'T HAVE A CLUE

FOR WORSHIPPING HIM DIDN'T REQUIRE ANYTHING, JUST THIS BODY OF MINE I HAD TO OFFER UP

MADE FOR LOVE, SHAPED BY HOPE, AND CARVED BY NEED

WHAT ELSE DO YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT ME?