Dear lecturer

This is a message from a wounded heart

Whose white walls have been stained by the black paints of your actions

Whose tear bleeding heart you squeezed the very day you trespassed the gates of my skin

You ventured into my Paradise of pleasure

I was insecure

As i let the quest for an A grade degrade my status from glorious to sinful

Here i lay

A bare black baked body which you boldly not only defiled but devoured

I watered thy money bags with streams of fresh new coins but i guess that wasn't enough

The 30pieces of silver that lieth beneath my gene was that which your Judas eyes longed for

With every kiss on the nape of my neck

An alert that my worth was about to be debited by an unworthy customer

A confirmation that my apple fruit was about to be tasted by a thief

Yet i let you take the ride

And you car parked right at the garage of my fainting heart

Every thought of you lays like a tattered tattoo on my sorrowfully inked skin

Your sin stained hands gripped upon my innocent flesh

My conscience screams "whore" from the inside

Poking my mind each time i catch eyes with yours

This seed of guilt deeply planted grown into a tree of Quiet death

I wish you could see through my eyes

Spy through the windows of my heart

And see self laid portraits of shame

Now i know,

That true joy and contentment cometh from hard work than what's been paid for

Worth more than a body been laid for

I promise my soul,

Never to lay my back down on beds of shame for a better grade

Cos i cant dare stare at my mirrors reflection

After this sane and profane action