you look at me like I am Jesus
and I take it upon myself to kill you
to play God and take your life
as if it were my own
I want to hold your existence in the palm of my hand
and feel a power that no words could describe
to taste your sustenance
as I drain every last bit from you
I watch your eyes empty
and press my lips to yours
I take into my lungs your dieing breath
this breath that fulfills me
at the same time defeats you
and now that you are a part of me
and I have taken every last part of you
I look at your empty shell on my floor with disgust
like a mirror from the past
and as I gaze upon your lifeless body
I can't help but feel a surge of curiosity
If Jesus could not save you
who's to say that I am not him myself