This soul was woven to worship you
Why abuse it the way you do?
A ragged doll you’ve made of me
Pulled at the fabric
Now it’s wearing thin,
Your hands are rough when loving me
But mouth so sweet when drugged on this;
I whisper in between broken breaths
That lately my strength has abandoned me
So if you could pour some more honey
Into the glaring void,
Delicious lies you fling at me
They rip and tear
But I’m addicted to the taste.