Gods

Drawing out my pains in Thursday morning when I've found my world Crashed and still bleeding, but I'm alright, I'm unscathed Or rather, my world has found me Chosen me today Generously revealed it's towering, naked reflection of incest to me in another mirror, another quiet dawn And I never have found myself inside a mirror I never have found the key to the old kingdom No, I've found mountains of bones and wicked hidden places In which to waste away My maker left me disoriented and uneasy in the bright white swords of it's afternoon's impersonal, harsh rays Looking up at the god I often curse I asked it "Where are your pools of regret and shame? Where are your lies? Where's anything besides your mocking silence?"