Broken Hallelujah

staring at the wall painted brown, my eyes peer up at the golden cross hung on the wall,
the image that's leading this flock of blind sheep
unable to see the truth behind their lies.

upon the stage stands an 11 year old girl
with a yellowish white shirt
unwashed hair
and uneven teeth too big for her face

just the night before she was captured in a situation
only the devil could have written the script for
a movie only devil could star in
only the evilest of men would watch

the devil is an 11 year old girl
with a yellowish white shirt
unwashed hair
and uneven teeth too big for her face

the devil crept in my room for what felt like the
millionth time
told me to take off my bottoms
look away
and not make a sound
touched me in a way
in a place
that made me want to hurl
to curl up inside of myself
and die
but the moon, graceful and grey swept me up in her arms
and told me the end of this movie will come to a close soon, the credits will roll
and the exit music will my my prayers,
willing god to take me away from this earth
that holds a hell of its on in four white walls

instead of lifting me to some place new, someplace where i can't be touched
god has lifted me to church
for the fourth time this week
only i am forced to swallow the tear in my eyes, unclench my fists
and hum a broken hallelujah when the devil gets on stage to sing.