The Last song of Desperation

it's whispered that
i'm cruel as
the crucifix to hold
you've whispered that
my history
will rot me through i'm told

you lovely girl
of chilly bones
you queen of desperate song
i'll simply say
this wretched day
it burns that I was wrong

i remember when i was
a virgin to the floor
i remember hearing
take the virgin to the floor

i may not have his manners
which are mild among the meek
neither will your rusty fish-hooks
tear away my cheek