Forgive me Father for I have sinned
And the eyes of the world are hungry.
I’ve forgotten my colours again
But I know blue does not describe me.
I accuse myself of the worst thing—
Because I know pain makes me cooler.
Can you absolve it so I can bring
Myself closer to your big ruler?
You see, I get off on being wrong;
Told for telling—bold for selling it.
And I can’t stop at blaring lifelong
Secrets, for my words are holy writ.