The Cleanse

I hear the laughter (in my head)

    I stay silent (like the dead)

The task at hand can not I waste

The clock chimes in and I make haste

Deep as I can, I dive right in

    Tearing it out (the filth and sin)

The crimson walls on every side

Nothing unclean will I abide

Needle and thread I sew a stitch

    Pulling it taught without a glitch

Lovingly wash away the blood

My tears a never-ending flood

I have thoroughly purged from her

    The vile thoughts that she would stir

Taking root inside her soul

Now my deed has made her whole

Fingers caress her perfect cheek

    Beauty fails not to make me weak

I ignore unseeing eyes

That I no longer hear her cries

I have emptied then filled her cup

    At her mouth I'll forever sup

With no voice (to speak her mind)

She cannot object this eternal bind.