Sanctuary

if I were the Virgin Mary

you would be my sanctuary

and you’d protect my virtue

with your own precious life

but these days I’m running

with a much darker crowd

so you’re my hades

and you corrupt me

in all the best, creative ways

and I know I’ll never be pure

as an untouched prize

as long as you’re fucking me

on an altar of all my sins

and I won't be saved

when all this is over

much to the heartbroken dismay

of everyone who loves me

but you don’t care about that

so you keep me safe

from their judgement and my own

in your arms, against your chest,

in your bed and your heart,

my own personal sanctuary.