Mask on the shelf

I am the embodiment of a whore,
Desire nothing but myself,
Sit alone in the darkened room,
My mask sitting on the shelf,

Sin isn’t the culprit,
I am beyond an act or two,
Everyday I awake affirmed,
Of things I will never again do,

Damn the night for sneaking up,
Making the light so hard to see,
Where I lock the slut in jail,
Seems to always find the key,

Guilt stricken and disgusted,
I roll around in filth,
Making sure to hide all,
The seed this night I spilled,

Maybe He was busy tonight,
Overlooked the person I hide,
If He doesn’t see me now,
In the morning another sin to lie,