SACRIFICIAL
Tell me. If you loved him, did you wish to see him bleed?
Immaculate and alien, did you dream him with your need?
Did you beckon the messiah just to break him at your feet?
Did you champion his suicide, devour his dying meat?
Was it you who pulled the trigger, was it you who dug the grave?
Was it you that gazed with blinded eyes and begged your soul to save?
Tell me. As you mourn him, do you know what you have done?
You made him all that you desired. Fame is a loaded gun.
copyright: angel, october 1998