VIII

You come to me in the dead of night and I lay your dirty hands upon me 

  The blood ringing in my ears as you lay beside me now, 

  your stinking breath, smelling of death and regret 

  I want you more than I ever did before as I bleed for you 

  My desire for you is a curse, a scar, a wound which will not heal 

  I pray to God above to release me from this prison as I go down and I kneel 

  Your memory of the man I was before and the love I cannot feel 

  The night is closing in and I know man was born in sin 

  The woman screams and cries, freshly sees the murder in your eyes, 

  your journey through darkened skies, your adventure in blood and lies