I need her to cry out for me
To sing my name like a gospel
She can save me maybe
Like a droplet from the sanctity of the church
It'll clear my throat and no longer will I be burdened with the voice of a nymph
I'll be a minotaur
I'll be a selkie
And maybe father Mary will love me again
Oh how i crave to tear the flesh in my back
Slit the very meat of my being
From the bone
I'll tear it out and make my room
I'll tear out my beautiful wings and God will the heavens blind
The blood will run clear as cherub tears and I'll finally get rid of that aweful taste in my mouth of being human
I'll forget my shame
I'll remove my problem at the source
I'll redirect the way lyres are strung and I'll cry so loud banshee ears will hum
And I'll be happy forevermore
Once more i wish for him to see me
I wish for father Mary at my side
Lover or nyx
I want to gaze into his giant eye and drink the Weeping spring
So I may hold his waist and clutch him close to mine
And he will allow me
Because what shame is there in being man
Man is strong and powerful
Nothing more powerful flows through my body
The course stream that is adolescent life
Than my love for another man
Nothing is more strong than my love for father Mary