Christ dying on
the cross,
suffering for
my sins,
that was Average.

Her naked body,
laying gently on
the
floor,
waiting for me,

that was something.
that was really something.

It seems that the
weight of existence can
fall upon you,

in an instant,

and life
becomes too much,

Putting on your socks,
cutting your nails,
combing your hair,

Becomes murder,
it becomes rape,

Unbearable,
destructive,

Driving to work
becomes
suicide,

Getting back home,
burning
in hell.