Medeia

Right in my face
I can't hear
This body has become mutilated by fear
In hunger I swallowed my tongue
My touch is a mute's scream
With an unctuous smile she used to offer redemption
that was not hers to bestow
Now the flesh is moist rigor mortis as severed parts lay before me
May no-one condemn my actions
Because no-one knows my name
I don't need absolution
But only a switchblade
She's naked, deteriorated
Fast asleep in my arms
She's naked, deteriorated
Right in my face
I can't hear
This body has become mutilated by fear
In hunger I swallowed my tongue
My touch is a mute's scream
She's naked, deteriorated
May no-one condemn my actions
May no-one
No-one