His lust used to cut me deep,
Raw and rare with flesh inside.
Draining his soul all to seep,
Until hearts left broken, cried.
We used to be best of things,
Days met, happier ever.
The beauty of all life sings,
Making shared times so clever.
So what happens when we’re grazed,
Too entangled in our den?
Razor sharp as we are raised,
Lived to tell life as sin?
Never wanting to confess,
Our lust and love a mess.