Miraculous

Jesus turned water to wine.
I can turn wine into piss.
I’m doing it all the time.
It’s fucking miraculous.

A Personal, Customized Hell

I carve out my heart just to look at it
I guess that it really was there
I’m blacking out from the lack of it
I wonder who’s bound to care

Mother? Father? Of course, no doubt.
Sister and brother will bawl and shout.

I fall back on the linoleum
As puddles of red spread around
St. Peter regards what a fool I am
And sends me flaming on down

Devil! Devil! I figured we’d meet
Are you really as bad as they say on the street?

He figures out just the right punishment
For a boy who murders himself
A sick, yet appropriate judgment
A personal, customized hell

I wake up on the linoleum floor
It seems I am damned to live some more.