Paint it Red

I'd never been kissed before,

not even touched, I was virgin thought of, virgin fucked.

Bastard, you took my hand and led

me into the desert, told me it'd be okay,

that we'd be together forever an' a day but now I pray.

Praying all night for god to heal this wound

where you pierced me in the side.

My dreams are hot scratching

at the sand between my toes

drinking the hard stone spilling my blood

lamb on the slaughter table in the distance

there is a mirage a pool an oasis a church

a prayer book a candle bud

a confession box

I was blind but now I see that

you've painted me red; painted my hands red, my eyes red and my groin red.

Memories. I have memories of you tearing into

me, your tight, cold hands and blistering kisses.

I cry, cry for the boy I

was