Paper lantern, douse the light—

Aid me in eluding the stares.

Spilled drink upon a skirt so white,

Stained—as I am by the sins I bear.

He tears me apart, calls me a liar—

Power is all that he has ever yearned—

Driven by his fervent desire.

And what I have truly learned:

Desire can be just as sinister

As a vicious, sadistic murder.