Romance Language

She calls her lover money
Teaches him to sit and beg
IN VINO VERITAS
The cells exacerbated
Seeking absolution
in an unforgiving world
Suckle up to the breast of reverence
once it's milk has curdled
Want to take back all my words
Make us one again
As though the bond was not disturbed
Threw her on the bed,
she smashed her head against the mirror
A child enraged, inebriated
And if she sees the rosary
The pain to which she wed
IN NOMINE PATRIS
Self-abuse
pale emaciated