Here is my hymn to the dead gods

When I screamed my heart out in the dead of the night, you stuffed blackness in my mouth like cotton dipped in tar, and filled my lungs with smoke until I couldn't breathe no more

That's why I declared you dead

When I held her hand, her pulse glittering and vanishing, her skin so white and pale that she could have been lost in the snow, you made her eyes go as black as the void you came from, and her mouth to quiver and say my name and pass right in the middle of it

That's why I declared you dead

When I asked you why I keep on falling into oil puddles that have spread no rainbows on the streets, and why there is death at the end of my fingertips and sewage water under my sheets, you made my vanquished heart slow down and my vision to blur, because to you I am a ball of meat and blood and bone and hair.

You declared yourself dead the day you turned away from me

So here is my hymn now, the one you never wanted to hear, my dear, dead, decaying gods.