How did we
Come to dissect
Everything
(including ourselves)
And forget
that the dead
are easier
to dissect
How did we
Come to dissect
Everything
And in surprise
Find ourselves
Undead–
Shambling
in tearing cycles
of sudden death
and bloody birth
I am grateful
For your doubt
Your doubts, they force my faith
I am grateful
For your distaste
Your distastes, they force my tasting
I am grateful
For your escapes
Your escapes, they cut mine off
I am grateful
For your walls
Your walls, they sap my walls
I am grateful
For your control
Your control, it demands my surrender
I am grateful
For the agony of your beauty
Your tormenting beauty, it reveals my endless beauty
I am grateful
I was not chosen
Your disinterests, they make me the Chooser
And Choosers, love,
Choosers like you and me
we are closer
to The One that chooses
like Her
We build this world
One trapped choice
At a time