Without Salvation

Emotionally
eclipsed
by the fall from
grace that I took.

Slamming myself
inside, I
knew you were cumming
by the way you shook

Regarding my
own misery
I wore it
like a glove,

and what
it is to me
is the
opposition of
true love.

I suffer
madness in
screaming silence
without salvation.

Immersed
in sadness
I still
don't understand
my damnation.

I look
to the sky
while wishing
someone cared
for the
two of us.

Rehabilitating
my actions
even though my
treatment
was unjust.

Those bitches
swarmed like
vultures
over me in
my pain.

Just waiting
to pick
apart anything
left that
was still sane.