Unholy

Johanna Welker

by Johanna Welker

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Unholy

Make me search the devil in blurred lines underneath satin sheets, blood on my knees.

Silently whispering screams.

Finding god among loud beats.

Another Angel Fallen, another heart stolen and another will be broken.

Desperately screaming for a disinterested god, we lost all hope and…

We find heaven, then we finally break open. 

This feels like a touch of holy, a little closer to god, but we are full of sin.

Do you know that I am flawed.

Breaths feel so coldly ok Skin, let the drama begin.

Because don’t believe a word I say; let actions convey „ We’re fucked anyway“

I’m better alone then lonely, but keep me a little company, because you feel like home, finally.

Taste a bitter bite of sin, heartbreak on the side, let the tragedy begin. We both know it always wins. Red stains on my chin, I can hear the violins, touch my skin, let the world spin.

I don’t want to be saved, I don’t want to watch my intake, I don’t want to be brave.

It’s the high that I crave, bring me closer to the grave.

So Honey, make me high, fuck honesty, counting paper money… because I can’t deny.

I’d rather be unholy, be killed slowly, I don’t want to try. Make me cry later… Fuck me high. 

Chemicals in my brain 

Feelings, stay in your lane.

Stop the chemicals in my brain

I know, on god, I’m no saint

But I can’t handle chemicals in my brain 

I don’t want to leave, please make it rain 

But my god, these chemicals in my brain 

I can’t even try to explain

Fuck love, this is the worst migraine

Stop this, it’s just chemicals in my brain

Numb this, with Novocaine 

Loves fake, just chemicals in your brain

I’m done being a slave, I’m chained to

Orgasms, chemicals in my brain

© Johanna Welker 2023-09-02

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