I ain’t no Saviour, kid

you splashed me with your sepia insecurity

ravenously looking through my first aid kit

for plasters I forgot to buy

an hourly rate I’m not willing to share

you mistook my doors for a terrestrial heaven

a chair I didn’t invite you to sit on

hook fingers digging for a fertile soul within me

trying rusty locks to poke at my essence

I ain’t no Saviour, kid

no modern genie to lighten

the weight of your existence

don’t come to me looking for absolution

I have no holy water left to give.