The Lost Years
I died the day I married her and suffered for each sin.
To be refined I had to vomit all the filth within—
The wickedness and poison buried deep within my soul;
Corruption she instilled in me as my heart she stole.
The stillness on the surface hid the depths the current ran.
Suppressed was all the rage and passion of a lonely man.
She lit the burner, fueled the flame and reveled in the heat.
A complement she was to me—completing my defeat.
Seductive, demon tramp has stained my innocence with blood.
In downpours of unholiness her menstrual rivers flood.
‘T’was in these acid torrents that I fin’ly fell asleep—
Succumbing to exhaustion drowning in the murky deep.
And comatose, my life slipped by ‘til seven plagues had passed.
My hibernation fin’ly ended. I was free at last.
And on my face the trauma of my life will ever show.
Survival skills intact, I feel it only helped me grow.
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