I hush-lie sooth my inner child

I hush-lie sooth my inner child
With jest laced in laudanum.

I always say it’s funny.
You know?
Do you see?

When what I really mean is
It's a God-damned tragedy.
And Moloch beats his wings in Cocytus against our bare backs.

Seraphim will come, I lie.
We will be saved.
This is a holy war.

His wings are slowing now, see?
Frozen, the beatings aren’t so visceral anymore,
you see?

It’s funny, no?

Despite endless fog,
he trusts me while I wince,
begging God to make me a believer.

And it’s funny,
you know.
Because I don’t know anything.