You’ll want your God to close his eyes

        And forget he ever had a memory,

When you hear what’s on my mind

Sexually unsavoury.

The darkest deepest dream

To ever creep into a sleep,

Peacefully obscene,

That will wake a guilt so sad

Relentless prayers on tap

And each sincerely crafted

Will seep into insignificance

To bring tears from the devil’s heart.

Every drop of adrenalin

Will freeze and run no more,

For the label on such a deadly sin

Is ‘rotten to the core’


But why be afraid of your thoughts

It’s hard to understand

Or should forgiveness be sought.