Lord, how I hate myself for not loving you!!!
How can a miserable creature like me
walk on the soil your angelic feet touched??
how gross! How immensely profane and sacrilegious
that I still breathe the air that gorgeous you
I desire with all my heart to scrape
the memory of you
from the walls of my intestines
yet I cannot bring myself to commit
such an unimaginable blasphemy
no, no...not you, you are the blue sky
over the green fields where love grows!
Drunken with the lack of love