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.
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