Shut the fuck up

Another night of self-righteous rant;
of what you've seen and had to endure.
A little angel crucified over christmas trees,
and cast adrift in stormy seas.

Martyr for an age that doesn't care,
strap on your holy bomb.
Messiah to a world that never listened,
blown to pieces in a borrowed hallucination.

It's not how real,
or how close you seem.
It's how you come in every dream.
I see my world die before my eyes,
and lose it all to know I love you.
Better half of a twisted whole,
It's just how brutal I've made you.