I'm an emotional wreck
The unloveable, untouchable peasant
Used as a toy for your pleasure
And the grime placed stains on the skin you've touch
Not in love but as one places prints on toys in a store
And I can't scrub hard enough to erase you from my skin
It covers every part of me
Like the sludge from the sewers
Consumed by the microscopic traces you've left behind
Burning them away with the fire you've created
I walk into the flames and burn all you've touched
Finally free
