Kneel Until You Bleed Out, Baby

Neither of us believe in religion We do not pray or beg for forgiveness We do not seek penance in times of fault We do not kneel at a pew and plead to someone whose existence we doubt We wouldn’t dare confess our sins to a strange man in a cloak But we do believe in a higher power Even if we are never sure what it is I longed to find something to believe in - To cherish and to hold To pray for and to love I went back to Sunday church I listened to the preacher I tried to understand But as I stood to pray I was 12 years old again I prayed for the right reasons then I am 19 now Scared and vulnerable And I stood there - Venerating my own God It felt nice. The ceremony closes and the chorus plays a faint tune I walk to the back of the church, awaiting the priest behind closed doors I put my guard down A vulnerable thing Asking for forgiveness while feeling no regret Begging for mercy while receiving satisfaction For the one thing you honestly desire Speak the things you don’t dare say aloud Tell me what you’ve done wrong, my child - “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” “My lover is my ambition.” I’d like to seek penance But I cannot promise I’ll stop Tell me the prayer I shall say A Hail Mary or an Our Father? I promise I’ll obey It was all a lie The words I expressed to the holy man behind a wall But I closed my eyes Stuck my arms through the anonymous screen You know what I’ve done, Father You know I have sinned - Are you going to wipe me clean? Cut my dirty fingers with the thorns of the bouquet I’m here to praise on the behalf of my lover It’s not who you think Will that be okay? Please, father, let me look to the sky Let my body become sweaty as I disobey tradition I’ll let my legs tremble as I bend down into the pew Who knew I’d be on my knees? Obeying my religion Who knew I’d condemn myself - no need for convincing? Pure ease It’s a sacrificial thing Giving yourself to such a love This is confidential, right? “Yes,” he whispers, “let your thoughts be.” Then let me tell you our story - We met in the spring. I was never religious Until I met you My spirit sings as I feel the warmth of your soul Allow me to hear the crack of your bones Do you hear me calling your name? I’m screaming for you to love me Make me whole Tell the choir to turn the page Queue the violin Release the sound of the pipe organ I begin to shake My existence is a sin But I cannot stop Watch me cry as I praise thee My legs quiver - followed by a drop I found my way back to the church Allow me to kneel beneath your feet as I am baptized anew Drown me in the water and make me see the light Stand in front of me Let me kiss your head I am walking up the aisle Soaking wet But my renewal is for you I don’t hold any regret Admiring the altar and the stain glass tile I approach you gently As you softly break the bread Staring intently Shush, baby - Your body melts in my mouth “Amen,” I say. You eat me next Does it taste good? And just as your flesh melts away on my tongue And mine on yours We walk away from the church we swore against Why did we even go back? It wasn’t to find our peace in the Lord For a moment, the answer unknown But we ran through the back doors of that sacred building Our reasoning now shown We worshipped a love And that was enough Evidently, you are my God And I am your child And on the 7th day, We could finally rest All creation complete My body tucked in yours The only love I’ve ever known Every corner of your skin You will never be alone Just never stray away from your religion again You shall only hold it up to the light Admire its beauty And let it be shown Don’t you dare dismiss your own domination Sleep with satan Betray this foundation Just get in the car and drive far, far away If it’s you in the end, I will always stay So let me hold you now, baby Let me admire every branch of your soul Every corner that’s forbidden I will press my lips onto your flesh I will make you whole. Know that I am yours - For I have found my religion But he never embraced his. She never went back to church. She stopped believing. But oh, How she wishes to be holy again.