the cross gets tangled in the wires
I am hanging by His throat
the phone is ringing somewhere
in a house nobody owns
father, I have tried to be holy
I have knelt and begged again
tears fall upon a porcelain altar
they only fall onto the dead
my angels are sick with worry
their wings rot beneath the floor
I have mistaken each lover for Jesus
and nailed myself against the floor
mother, forgive my hunger
I was born to bleed,
to breed,
to live
and love again
I was only looking for salvation
when I let the devil in
