Torture

I felt that hunger rip and tear inside
while the shadow of Christ continued to bleed
all over my place of rest while
I reach for the hands that never yield

All the love I wanted has charred my body
I crawl upon the ground because
you’re always the angel who looks down on me
if only you would spare me this agony

Keeping me wanton in the cruellest of ways
through the torment I have come to adore
I feel my flesh shatter like glass
whenever you mock my feeble self

I am shackled, I am deprived of all pleasures
while the promises that fall from your lips
are as sweet as honey on a mid-summer day
God, if I could only taste the sweet ecstasy...

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