It's been so long since someone's caressed my skin,
Or I've felt that connection, that fire within,
Or a passionate grip, how long it's been.
....I did it for growth but growth now feels a sin.
To share oneself should be a pure, sacred rite.
But it was twisted by monsters visiting at night,
Who spread their poison with bodies that bite.
I never knew the right way and I've paid the price.
I had to teach myself, had to learn to think twice.
And three times and more, even years don't suffice.
Now that I know, I'm still struggling each day.
The demons left behind still come out to play.
No matter what I do, there's a taint here to stay.
Words have run out, they've come to an end.
All this destruction I don't know how to mend.
I said it once and I'm going to say it again:
...I did it for growth but growth now feels a sin.
