A Prayer Spoken by the Unworthy

who's serving as a slave.

A classy whorish girl,

who's dead but has it made.

A prayer spoken by the missing,

who once was found but now is lost.

Forgiveness please, please save me,

my hunters will not stop.

A prayer spoken by one who was loved enough to be saved by sacrifice.

An anomaly in me, I feel the need to do the same.

A conflicted choice I've had to make to try and save the ones I love.

But the immorality that's been constructing is now detaining me within my crux,

I feel I must concede to myself that I've annihilated the soul I was given,

and sacrifice what's left of this forever famined container,

to help my cherished beloveds who loved the remainders of the girl they used to know.

But she is now a stranger;

a living ghost who they will never know or love again.

Grief stricken I'm in;

it is where I live.

Inconsolable within my retrospect,

I bemoan the girl I gave up.

A prayer spoken by the infamous,

who ceaselessly expresses her deepest penitence.

Acknowledging her sins,

but too ignoble to look up.

Lost in a desert,

she knows she's sealed her own fate.

Wandering as she waits,

hopelessly fearing the upcoming gate.