YOU'RE DEAD. NOW WHAT?

LET IT BLEED, GOD!

i cut the flesh of my left thumb.

WHY? asks god

shot to pieces, i have no answer for the Devil Himself.

it bleeds.

i

SUCK it off.

the devil

doesnt allow

SYMPATHY

here.

suffer, says he.

i wonder if he

ENJOYS IT.

the 

sight of my blood

dripping on 

HIS HANDS.

HIS CONSCIENCE.

if he even 

HAS ONE.

the small cut turns to a bigger one.

blood is poetry.

blood is flowing out

like a river

blood is clumsy.

in a melody, 

in a cry for help,

FOR ATTENTION,

it drips on 

god's floor

god's walls

and god's 

HEART.

how does it feel to have one, god?

can you lend me it?

no?

WHY NOT.

try having

a vacant 

throbing 

heart.

,god.

my thumb is still bleeding.

alas i dont care anymore.

LET IT BLEED!

LET IT BLEED GOD!

let it bleed let it bleed let it bleed!