Friday, June 22, 2018

whore

tears aren't sorrow
nor is pain the violation
I have no tomorrow
I beg damnation
With my thoughts
Earn it by my acts
And there is nothing
No nothing
God knows every feather
Upon the smallest sparrow
Where am I
And how can I be saved
Nothing left inside
My soul enslaved
Nothing left to live for
Unless I am some kind of whore
And I am not
No, I am not