Virgin Mary Never Called Upon Your Name.

In white silk you won't find me, black stripped caresses.
Dotted lines mark the surgeons mask,
Your sunset eyes melting across pale limbs
Soaked in oils of red and hungry sparrows.
Monster push out the reluctant wonders I had left,
And it's a sick twist of the doctors hand that has me hell bent.
Pull aside my strands of pink ribbons and fireflies,
And make the candle wax drip out your mouth.
Burn my skin to the gates of hell so sweet to taste.
I assure your wolves long to see me break against you,
Shoving, scratching, pulling, ripping, snarling moans.
Bruise satin to blue skies,call it love,
A hollow reside on my part to move like that.
Whipped and cracked under soft fingers,
Who said innocence meant virginity?