Wretched Deceit

come away, my sweet I can wait no longer your torn breast beckons in torturous desire I am what you created in your quest for escape you used me and begged for obliteration as your chosen fate I awake to your screeches that justice be done but you don’t understand that I’ve already won you plead blessed relief from your tormented curse and I offered you redemption for what it was worth you took up my offering and promised much more so pay up, my lovely I’ve earned it, you whore you wagered your innocense your purity, your youth and you lost to a behemoth more pitiless than truth so come to your haven my prisoner ‘o mine and repent at your leisure for you’re mine for all time