God’s Blanket

How am I here, why am I alive? Last night I was sure to die
Blood stained pillow, piss stained mattress, it all starts to make sense
Who is that emaciated being in the mirror?
By every perception I swore to powder I was no whore

Upheave the toxins, make room for more
Today's quest won't be one I adore
Blindly stumbling
My last day on earth begins again

Again I find myself meticulously operating the device used and shared by many filths like me
When the river of red rushes inside the tube I know soon I will no longer be able to see

Pushing the plunger I await for God to wrap me in his own blanket
Bliss, comfort, and serenity rush throughout me when I drop the tourniquet

For a short time I will lay here on this molded tile floor
For I know there is more work to be done for the boy

Human will is again insufficient against this compulsion
My mind pathetically crawls behind my zombified body
Preparing the perfect cocktail, a product of unspeakable acts
Of right and wrong my care does not belong