S.O.S.

It's okay friend,
you don't have to save my soul.
I know exactly what dangers it faces,
or at least I did until I forgot where I put it.
I read your bible for personal enjoyment,
a vital piece of literature,
for the purposes of masturbation,
and to give your life value.
I don't need your jesus to tell me what to do.
I know right from left.
I don't plan on walking towards the light,
I plan on running from it,
as fast and as far as I can.
Until death finds me,
I will open my arms to him,
I will let him encompass me with void,
and be charmed by the negative space.
In that moment I want to be forgotten;
here she lies dead.
who was she?
who am I?