I remember the night you dipped your bible
and lit it with your cigarette,
burning your religion
as your Jesus filled the sky with smoke
and your disciples fell as ashes to your feet.
You never felt as free before,
or never as alone.
You want to travel back now,
but the path is nothing but broken bridges
and of .
I know you could never swim.
So hold your breath and go under.
You have no devil to help you drown,
nor a God to save you.