
For being the god who sees
You sure don’t seem to see *me*
The prayers and pleas
That pour out from me
Just…roll off your resurrected back
What else am I to conclude
but that
Hope is a lie
Vulnerability a trap
Keep up the mask
It’s the only way to get through
Could you maybe shut up and say something?
The silence is too loud
to hear even my own weeping.