Whores You Won't Get Me

My heart once so pure and innocent,
Turned to vivid red in an instant,
Burning my veins and bones without a remorse,
A wonderful damage done by your force.

I learned that lesson that we forget too easily,
When we happen to dream too heavily,
Women are whores and my heart shall be protected,
From their knives, always being unexpected.

Beware if you believe that loneliness fades in the union,
For that she is going to leave you, as they always do,
Loneliness is the last meal, everything else is an illusion,
And your woman your life you will pursue.

As she lays in your bed, her legs opened and wet,
Don’t forget that Mother Nature is the only one she commits for,
And that she may be your monster, your ultimate threat,
She grows wetter and stronger as you adore.

No, you won’t get me, not anymore,
As I think that men having chosen their friends,
May universal happiness restore,
As Mother Nature’s boundaries transcends.

And the horror of the world isn’t anything compared,
To what love does to the man unprepared,
Because in the end we are alone in life’s waves,
As your lover only digs your graves.