As an Agnostic, May I ask the proper way to pray?

Because the only thing I know of praying

Offering your belief, your soul

Is that it is done on your knees

So here I offer to my porcelain altar

Down on my knees

Reaching down my throat for something other than prayers

The altar forms an eye from my reflection

A belief staring back at me

And now praying becomes sacrifice

Willing myself for something to offer

Something to offer this demanding god I have created

Something to offer this created hell

Where my hands are not together but my shaking fingers are

Where I kneel desperately working for something to offer

And I find nothing

Nothing to satisfy this hopeless beast

This hopeless reflection