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