A Heavenly Betrayal

A heavenly duty to do you once,
what madness drove me to cross that front?
The pleasure you gained as you begged for more,
prostituting your soul for a God you adore.

Unfit to live, now my soul is dirt,
a sinner crowned, draped in your hurt.
The king of the damned, a title I wear,
for loving the unholy, for breathing despair.

An ugly bitch you were, nothing but spite—
but now your power returns tenfold in might.
The gifts you received, the ones I bestowed,
now weigh on my conscience, a debt that I’m owed.

I compare you to demons, yet none come close,
your hideous grin, a memory I host.
The darkness you birthed now resides in me,
a torment that lingers, refusing to flee.

When I close my eyes, your shadow persists,
a cruel reminder in the nights I resist.
Forever condemned to relive your face,
an eternal struggle I cannot erase.

What was I thinking to make you my queen?
The touch of your hands, now forever unclean.
In the depths of regret, I drown every day,
a sinner’s lament for the one who led me astray.