Alive, Still Poem by Ana Podarevska

i see you're lonely without your plate of moral behavior.
the preachers kept preaching, but the words just stopped reaching your ears.
label the passion as sinful so you can forget how it felt
to touch without reason, to touch without guilt.
to all the saints, of course it's insane.
a sin is a sin, but no matter how thin your skin
don't ever let them win.
your ego can grow with help from the dro.
leave this wreckage alone, i miss you at home.
it's no use trying to repent
when God doesn't want us and i don't want him.
it's a new day, and we're still alive.