Poison running through your veins. G-D cries and she says there are toxins in your blood and she says I am wounded and you scream Forgive me Father for I am sin - Garments made of pain - there is no clothing like the nakedness cloaked in fearsexuality can create its own prison and we are our own guard - running against yourself - the orgasm that matters most is your own. Confess - Cum - Scream c*ntrol. Skin.