A Darkening Stain

[empallin]

like an exhausted goddess
with that smirk on your face
drifting through the dreams
of men that arent worth the time

theres still blood on that sheet
from our first night together
theres is still blood on that sheet
from your first night alone

wrapped in a second-hand sheet
you claimed you would never wash
the last dirty memory
of the proudest of your crimes

if that bed could talk
stories no one will ever here
all the horrible things you did
but you always wear it so well

horrible and nasty
and going for the heart
honorable and tasty
and close to the bone

theres still blood on that sheet
from our first night together
theres is still blood on that sheet
from your first night alone

fitted in a second-hand dress
you always claimed you would wash
the last dirty memory
of the worst of your crimes

theres still blood on that dress
from our first night together
theres is still blood on that dress
from your first night alone

but you always wear it so well