Id Over Ego

Under the semen stained sheets

Two strangers scandalously lie and lay

When a once faithful lover decides to deceive and treacherously cheats

Commitment becomes abandoned and contaminated in an atrocious array



There's a picture of his devoted girlfriend in a shattered frame

On display right next to his bed

He accidentally moans her naive name

While someone else temporarily filling in her shoes is giving him head



Seeping through the stitches in style

An early "I love you" spills from her lips

She sins like a saint while showcasing a splendid smile

She kills like a cobra with a venomous crimson kiss  



Lust now in control

Desire ignites in her eyes

A satanic scar is born on her tattered soul

As his innocence permanently dies



...We follow our hormones instead of our hearts as our wicked wings of wax begin to melt when we soar too close to the sun,

Ignorantly imposing Id over Ego as two toxic tales of turmoil and treachery tragically transform into one...



Under the bloodstained knife

Two sinners abysmally bawl and bleed

Fulfilling every aspiration and craving that they want with not a single strife

Overlooking their every essential need



There's a picture of his loyal God lowering His head in shame

Looking down at this monolithic mess

She silently screams His holy name

As they begin to undress



Separating and slicing through the sutures and everything in between

A premature "I love you too" rolls off of his tongue

The acidic tears and war cries fill a room once so silent and serene

The battle of betrayal has barely even begun



Id now in control

She spreads her legs while closing her eyes

He signs his signature on the dotted line to sell his dilapidated soul

Proudly penetrating into his pillaged prize



...We follow the livid light rather than hibernating safely in the shadows as our diabolical dreams of dependence start to deteriorate when we nervously knock on Heaven's heavy door,

Selfishly selecting Id over Ego as purity painfully converts into a Holy whore...



For merely a minuscule moment of pleasure, in exchange a lifetime of faithfulness, bliss, and joy were wretchedly annihilated away,

Erasing our ego and inviting our Id as the sadistic scales of salvation wickedly weigh our sins on Judgment Day.

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