WHAT A SHAME

I don’t want my eyes to meet dawn,
Where the cock crows thrice and betrayal lingers,
In darkness is where I wanna dwell,
Where no one sees no tears to wipe,
Nor does one grasp the paleness of my heart,
I choose to drawn in this pool made of anger,
Drunk from your pot and served my body on a platter,
Licked your plate clean when the lights went off,
For thirty pieces of silver, over night,
Got my ribs pierced, my nudity billboarded,
What a shame that I still love you.