My body is a temple
I lay in the comfort of his arms
Soaked in the venom of his lips
Mesmerized by the whispers of his tongue
Touched by the sins of his fingertips
Every breath is a cry for help
In the midst of self destruction
Every gasp of instant regret
Please apologize to my mother
Every moan inflicted pain
Of the parts he will uncover
But if my body is a temple
And my breathe the choir's song
He will be allowed to come in
He will be allowed to worship me
Please forgive me
For I am wrong
(Jan. 2019)
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 4:52 PM UTC
My body is a temple
I lay in the comfort of his arms
Soaked in the venom of his lips
Mesmerized by the whispers of his tongue
Touched by the sins of his fingertips
Every breath is a cry for help
In the midst of self destruction
Every gasp of instant regret
Please apologize to my mother
Every moan inflicted pain
Of the parts he will uncover
But if my body is a temple
And my breathe the choir's song
He will be allowed to come in
He will be allowed to worship me
Please forgive me
For I am wrong
(Jan. 2019)