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.