I am your shrine
I am your wom
You rest inside of me
My flesh shall be your tom
Your words decay
To foulest rain
A shroud of mildewed lies enwrapping your remains
Your body draped
Next to mine
Exposed to all unless they've chosen to be blind
You caused my sweat
To drop as blood
Soling this meager ground of desecrated mud
Your mind depraved
You've crucified yourself upon my barren grave
My fingers tenderly
Caress your face
I shall preserve my hatred until the end of days
I've conceived you
I've destroyed you
You were stillborn
Inside of me