I Am Your Whore

Stench of vomit
I lie in a pile of my own disgust
All that has been is my fault

I am your whore
I bring filth to your bed
The smell of my lingers for days
Back to my puddle
Of shit and of stench and of evils
It's where I stay

Your need brings me back to your room once again
Your cry as you slither inside
Guilt drip from your pores
Yet you cry out for more
Your inocence smeared with the wrongs of your lust
When you are done
disgust masks your features
You hit me again and again
Kick me outside
To my puddle of evils
Where I wait till the day
You need me again