Take a look at when sex is not beautiful. |
Paint smeared across Your face and your walls. Dirty and filthy Are your hallowed halls. The greasy blonde hair Along your bruised skin, And the damp of your dress Held together with pins. Crimson your lips With the lust he bred. A blanket of terror For the life you led. Keep your legs closed, My darling, my sweet. Nothing will cover The stains on your sheets. Belittle my sex With the force which you lay. Forever behold The place where he stays. The tears on your face Won't cure the pain Of the night that he stayed And what little he gained. My sweetheart, my dear, How to erase These nights of this ruin And utter disgrace? You shame us all With these actions of hate And the filth that you spew On your salacious slate. Your innocence cheap, Left only a pound. Can't you listen To Silence's sound? God help your people, The whores of this world. You shatter to pieces The soul of your girl. You have no more soul, Your light has burnt out. Your heart beholds Regret and your doubt. Desist your defilement. There's nothing else more Than this garden of weeds Set with your heart's galore. Darling, I know; You're better than this. Keep your sex closed, And seal your lips. Whisper no more, And hold back your crying. Stop this abuse, And stop all the lying. Whores of the world, Dames of the damned. Writhe in your hell Or untie your hands. Untie your hands. Let go your torment. Sing to the stars, Wish what your core meant. Whoever you are, Just take a look. Get back those gifts that They touched and they took. Your innocence was cheap, Left only a pound. But maybe you can hear now, Silence's sound. |