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,