I died the day I married her and suffered for each sin.

To be refined I had to vomit all the filth within—

The wickedness and poison buried deep within my soul;

Corruption she instilled in me as my heart she stole.

The stillness on the surface hid the depths the current ran.

Suppressed was all the rage and passion of a lonely man.

She lit the burner, fueled the flame and reveled in the heat.

A complement she was to me—completing my defeat.

Seductive, demon tramp has stained my innocence with blood.

In downpours of unholiness her menstrual rivers flood.

‘T’was in these acid torrents that I fin’ly fell asleep—

Succumbing to exhaustion drowning in the murky deep.

And comatose, my life slipped by ‘til seven plagues had passed.

My hibernation fin’ly ended. I was free at last.

And on my face the trauma of my life will ever show.

Survival skills intact, I feel it only helped me grow.