Not 'God'? Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Scattered wings of butterflies
Gathers on my grave tonight

The name that scars the stone
Lifeless as my buried bones
shivers...
At the touch of your lips.

Sitting in your knees
The wet cold ground
Is the only touch you get from me now.
I know you are crying.
The weight of the tears
Pushing me
Deeper and deeper into the heart
I left behind
To swear
and wish revenge
on this so called 'God'.

It's simple,
I died.