Darkness of your hedonism
Illusion of the consummation
Impeccable deceit of the sorcerer
Filthy carrion of my sexuality
Decreed necrosis, mind and body
No applause for carrying your guilt
An unbearable weight of emptiness
I refused to loath you
Preserved it for myself
You took me from the world
But I know now it has missed me
And I have missed it
I have friends now
Gentle yet powerful
Quiet but understanding
They know the pain of abuse
They applaud me, but not for any shame
For my innate goodness
I love my friends and they love me
Goodbye Mr. Jones