Shattered

Shattered
Slices of pleasure take a toll
Alone you lay
Tears of pleasure
Cries of pain
Hear the last gasp of sin?
Scarlet streams line the walls
Silent spectors enjoy the performance
My altar is clear
My soul whole
My sins.... 

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