In My Consecrated Bed
In my consecrated bed you performed an act of sin.
Should I ever see your face again, I’ll skin your fucking skin.
I’m always told that I’m too sweet, but now all I taste is bitter.
The love that flowed once in my heart has frozen now like winter.
You thought my moan or two would leave me so subdued
That I would let you see my soul since you’d seen me in the nude.
My primal screams a warning, leave alone and let me be
But purity you wanted, and that’s what you took from me.
You took more than my body, you took my dignity away.
Now I long for it at night and pray I’ll find it come the day.
I trusted you so blindly, far too naive to see the danger,
Now my joy chased away forever for a lifetime of anger.
I have one piece of advice for you, the only kindness I’ll submit–
Don’t act on your thoughts, because you are only half a wit.
Plastic surgery and hair dye on your looks are such a waste,
Get work done on your soul. It could be your saving grace.
In my private sanctuary, I was defiled by your hands.
I longed for security and love; but you had other plans.
Forgiveness is not yours; you should really save your breath.I will carry this torch of spite, and spite you to my death.
You may have had my body, but you lost all of my respect.
One day, you will long for my friendship and this night you’ll regret.
I now find you in contempt– so vulgar and obscene.
The bond between us shattered, do you understand what I mean?
When you look in the mirror, do you call yourself a man?
You want to be a King, but you are your only fan.
I hope my repulsion poisons you and you drink it like it’s wine,
Seek penitence from God. Use one of your lines.
I’m disgusted by your presence, your very breath now makes me sick.
I really loved you and I trusted you, a mistake since you’re a prick.
I was me before you, but then came your demands
You wear my innocence so nonchalantly, decorations on your hands.
In my consecrated bed, you selfishly thieved and stole.
Because in my consecrated bed, I was fucking whole.
