We are filthy men.
This is an apology for my sin
To ms. Jona-Lynn and my
Father who watched me do
Such wrong against them
I’m sorry for the lust deep
Down in my heart, those
Brief moments alone where
You should have come
Across my mind not the
Women before my eyes
The evil that made you
Feel so ugly how could
Either of you ever love me?
The grief that has shown
Upon my face that moment
I knew I broke you apart
I’m so sorry I could never
Say it enough and the award
Goes out to the producer
Who crushed me the most
The pornography that kept
Me bound and away from
You, I am an awful man a
Bastard to the child of lust
He planted deep down in
My core
This love scorns me over,
The guilt that keeps me
Captive, a man should never
Live with such sin, cut off
His head from the thought,
I will gladly stand under
The chopping block for
Every thought I brought
To you
The blade writes 666 for
Everyman had been brought
Down by this adultery, it is
Our mark our flaw that keeps
Us bound and I swear to God
I loved you and I swear I cry
Right now because Gosh damn
I loved you
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