Dora Jar

Holy Water

Dora Jar


Holy wine
Holy water
In my mouth
In my heart
Terrified of the holy father
In my mind
In the dark

I wish I could tell myself it really doesn’t matter
Now, anymore

Carnivore crawling on the bright red carpet
Eat my flesh
Drink my blood
I'm in a uniform
Staring at the stained glass window
Don’t know who I am
Anymore

I wish I could tell myself it really doesn’t matter
Now, anyway