What about me must you detest?

I do not forgive for working my best.

Everyday my hands bleed at your command,

My throat dry, begging you to disarm.

Feeling the agony that you caused,

Someone wishing life could be paused.

To cherish midnight would be my dream,

Yet your face enlightens me to scream.

A blackening church of a dead baby,

Will it go to Heaven: yes or maybe?

I see you as The Devil as they are afraid,

Sending me to Hell if I dare not obeyed.

Lightning strikes your glistening tongue,

Bloody tears - the transition has begun.

Monsters inside break open free,

Chewing on my skin, I must be so tasty.

Kisses ease the salt from the moist,

It’s excruciating but there’s no choice.

Your poisoned eyes drink from my soul,

Lifeless body falls like a ragged doll.

Echoing chants around my body you pray,

Pulp fictionalised, bones make your pay.

I turned you into a monster that I detest,

By the Grace of God, I wish you Hell bent blessed