I, myself, am torched

By the very reckoning of my art

Torn by my ankles

Shown no Grace

No Servitude

From you

My confessed

My unadulterated shame

Consumes me

Scorned by you

And the secrets you held

How dare you take my heart

You vile beast of men

The nails still imbedded my back

Blood running down

I lack no broken heart by you