Leech your stony knuckles to my brow
Excavate the valley where my soul once stood
and tell me what you find
Bury your treachery deep in my breast
and allow my heart to follow at a tasteful distance
Lean onto me the fertile tones of your voice
but cut me loose of your chords
Rape my minds thoughts and prostitute your prayers
on the corner of Lonely and Broken
Death be to me all the things you are not
Shuttering, staggering, stuttering still
Compromised.