(Translation from French: Excruciating pain of wanting someone you can’t have)
They asked me what I worshipped –
I screamed your name.
They grabbed me by my hair,
shattered my wrists and ankles,
and they bound me to a chair.
They asked me who I worshipped –
I said your name.
Knives and matches pressed into my skin,
‘God’ was carved into my heart.
Could you not see?
They were tearing me apart.
They asked me how I worshipped –
I whispered your name.
With that, a gun was pulled to my head.
A smirk remained plastered because
the game had come to an end.
Haringey Unchained 