There on the porch,
animosity of your sin stricken past and
beligerance, I’m the one you blame.
Gone again, you angelic harlot,
trapped in a God forsaken hole,
illuminated by darkness.
Debauchery echoes through the walls,
Oh sleepless night of Light,
make it stop.
Let me dream of a simple place,
where perverted beings,
aren’t taking innocence,
of young girls.
She whispers, “Why am I alive?”
“Trust in me,” He speaks to her.
Bitter taste of addiction,
confuses a lost conscience.
Lust screams!
True love, seems too far to grasp.
Your grace, queen of pain,
forgive me for I ruined your life.
Born illegitimate,
I never stood a chance,
these memories overtake me.
And make embedded scars,
harder to heal,
“Forgive!” He speaks again,
“How can I!” she screams.
Oh how winding paths are the hardest to follow.
Frustration and anger,
I need you Oh God,
please grant me serenity,
I love you.