Broken Halo

$he sold her slit
not her soul
she prays
long and hard
every night,
to make it end,
not to feel
for them to cum quicker,
to disappear,
and disappear she did
at least twice a night
if not more,
into the back of her mind
while in the back of a car
praying the whole fucking time,
Faith could have been her name
but here it's just whore,
she knows the angels are watching
as the devil sneaks in the back door,
tears can't clean her face
they just streak it
those aren't Jesus's feet
but she still cleans them