God Sucks Like People Do

I could picture silence of cold breath, misting the glass wearing the edges of regret everything I could picture in steam leaning on a window sill my every breath everything everything honest a voice of silence wears from a room of golden floors, late at night, on pale night walls breathing in the room a tunneled truth reaches wind and out of sight the color of layers recognizable GOD Hates You and so do I *Note Don't Comment on this Poem I'm blind I can't see them