Torn
I was ripped and banished
No laughter or mirth
At the bright eyes of a martyr
Just sorry scorn as I became worn
Shadowed Features took shape
As hedon dreams poured
Like a storm meant for one example
Like Job without faith
She was a scum goddess
Latching to nothing but my filth
So I withheld my glory
Darkness or light
Purity or grime
Satan's slut crawled away
Upon a wingless wyrm
To netherworld caverns
To adorn the sores of hellfire's sperm
Left anew with a stranger
I faced with each new day
Despising the mirror's image
Becoming what I was made
The lepers and the damned
Would hint but rarely touch
As I became as I still am now
A temptation better left to nightmares

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