A Whore's Nightmare
They say in dreams you won’t feel pain
But there’s still a bitter taste and
Some sorrow may remain
An image of her undressing with no grace
While I guide her down and finger her chains
If I quit on this, I might have nothing left
For Christ within, Because I traded a promise
Of wedlock in for a sin: A war on the self;
The next sexual disease; Just hear them scream please!
As they get to their knees.
Now I have seen to Sonny's burning and vulgar decay
Someday I think I'll cut him down, but it can get so
Cold in here and he gives off such an ...