Fleshprint

You said touch but dont you look
Read me like an open book
Cut my fingers on your barbed tongue
The King of martyrs unsung
You left me I took the bait
Rushed to find you couldnt wait
Your tainted lips were my only hope
But with betrayal couldnt cope
Even now I still want you
Though all you want to do is spew
So sad beneath this vast and open sky
No longer sure nor undefiled