You’ve been my bible, my holy wine
I’m on my knees, grovelling
You’ve been my saviour, my limbo
I speak in tongues
But I am merely drunk on you
Grovelling in degradation
Wings torn, face dirtied
Speaking platitudes
Kneeling before this golden idol
Kissing feet of clay
Watching my illusions fall to pieces
Seeing my convictions go astray
~ KbT
02 January 2012