Grovelling Within the Zenith of Perversion

Grovelling Within the Zenith of Perversion
Throughout these scars of flesh, no time to dry those tears
For seconds of pleasure divine unstoppable and all too clear
Humiliated, pathetic innocence crushed
Stretched, ripped and broken is this gaping hole of lust

Peace is found
Through tainted flesh of the young
Exploited to wear filths crown
Locked in a maze of desire, obsession, pain and cum

Disgust inside her, one with the guilt in time
And thrust, then wider, begging to be rammed with hate
Let go and fire consumes the heart with fate
Erase, reminders, of the guilt that flesh does swallow