Beautiful
I admit it
I'm a whore
To me
There's nothing more
Than a selfish
Dirty slave
With a penchant
For the grave
I'm sick inside
the mind
With the wasting
Of my time
And the breath
Whose dirty emblem
Will determine
My conundrum
As I contemplate
The future
And in whose mind
I will linger
From their memories
Of sex
I will let them know
I'm best
And together
We will bleed
So no longer
Will I need
All the sultry
Human skin
To conjoin with
Mine again
I'm a whore
To me
There's nothing more
Than a selfish
Dirty slave
With a penchant
For the grave
I'm sick inside
the mind
With the wasting
Of my time
And the breath
Whose dirty emblem
Will determine
My conundrum
As I contemplate
The future
And in whose mind
I will linger
From their memories
Of sex
I will let them know
I'm best
And together
We will bleed
So no longer
Will I need
All the sultry
Human skin
To conjoin with
Mine again