your God

there is a big difference of course
between a marble eye and a real eye

one does not cry

and there is too a big difference between
your heart and mine

you out-beat me in this run for life
i have weakened and i have long rehearsed the truth of my lines:( that i do not love you anymore)

but you keep on coming back to resuscitate my mouth
kissing me, kissing me again,

and then thinking that i have already died
you screamed to the heavens and even cursed
God

i feel so guilty. I resurrected. I take back my cross again.
Telling you, that God is kind and he did not mean to
kill me.