The Rapture

Every insecurity, every emotion private, unclean, is well kept inside of me. Of all times I've wanted to kill the parts of me that still yearn for you.... Tearing off limb from limb 'til memories of you no longer haunt my ever waking hours. To erase the feeling of pain and ecstasy that my skin with your trace gracefully tattooed. Desire unclean my addiction to you; wishing to wipe away the smear of disgrace, the scars upon my womb. That mercy nor God shall save me from the wrath and shame I am forced to endure; of innocence destroyed through lovemaking, life staking, heartbreaking now this prison of regret my home.