An asphyxiated frown I struggle to place
on the broken, dimmed flesh that is my face.
My heart worn clichéd against my sleeve
with veins to envy and beats to deceive.
A curious smile shone in my eyes
and dimmed it was by my own sick lies.
My hair hung low just past my shoulder
and succeeded it did in turning me bolder.
The coward inside hiding in my lips
as a victim of exposure and two cent tips.
My tongue tied shut from the hearts I stole
with the remaining corpse buried in my soul.
The nauseating scent of a cadaver's trust
mixed with the impurity of necrophilic lust.
A half inch skirt with nothing under
to sway the victim to their own sweet blunder.
My mouth is painted in vicious red
to glorify my work in bed.

And if I die before I wake
I beg my Lord my sins to take.
Condemn my wrongs and make them right
until my filth is out of sight.
Forgive the body of which I sold
to all the cheaters, young and old.
And to their wives I bid remorse
for my acts of evil I dared endorse.
And to the innocent children that stand corrupted
in the wake of a whore from which self-hate erupted.
End my breaths and I'll lay content
until my meet with God where I'll repent
the trust I broke, the lungs I shattered
the plague I spread, and the blood I scattered.
 
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