Whore

Let me show you my scars. You look away but

talk behind my back, here, see now....

Your bravado is a sheen, a mask of your

cowardice. Look and see. Do you see the

blood as it trickles down my cheek see

the gore as I lick it off my lip? Don't you

like the truth or is the lie you spread much

more couth? Look now, look and see

sorry pilgrim of myth. Were you fooled by

my ocean eyes, my ruby lips? Tis a shame

as I smote her love with my sinful hips. I smile

with her flesh dripping from my crooked teeth

and I see you flinch and wave the cross by

your flagging, sweaty breast. Your hopeful

woeful sigh for my death will not come as

we pass each other as I quest for truth and

you for death. What a suprise for you as your

golden crown will break spraying your lily

gown with your history of mire, blood, and sweat.