Can you see my rotten?

And so they see my pretty face,
And so grows a longing for a simple taste,
To touch my skin to come inside,
To be my lover man and wife,

But if only they saw the rot inside,
If they could preview through my eyes,
If they could see my blackened soul,
My demented brain my haunted home,

A creature so vile I reject myself,
A poison soul beyond earthly help,
My fate was sealed at a tender age,
But a pretty face seems to hide the strange,
They cant see I am crazed,
The tar running through my veins,
My orphan cry for days and days,
No, they only see my pretty face,

And so I conclude they are helpless creatures,
To filled with lust to hear the preachers,
To driven by impulse to head my warning,
Thou will regret me by the morning.