My body is ashed with contemptuous longing
But my heart is filled with distrust
Your eyes barely seeing, are filled with desire
And my body is now burned to dust
I see them through your lying, veiled eyes
Pages of faces, torsos and limbs
You are drunk with their bodies and drinking their souls
While, I am drowning in your sweet sin
My wedded finger bruised, aching, and numb
Pricked with blood and isolation
And as you utter every word you have ever said
I watch our sacred desocration
Your mind is full with their lips their tongues
I am screaming without a voice to be heard
Heart broken, punch drunk by the sight of you
I am just another broken bird.
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