I’m burning down the oil again; I need to clear the air and breathe
Hell had visited me just a while ago and invited me for a drink.
I refused to lie beside him but I guess I have no other choice
This bed is too small for the two of us and he occupied the bigger part.

I have to suffice myself on what was left, uncomfortably I concede,
Loosen my resistance to his entry or otherwise I would crack.
I tried to shut it tight yet his stinking breath made me puke and open up.
His hard fist just keep hitting the weakened spot between my thighs

Weakening grip, the hinges of my gate unbolted wide open for his trout
                                     Thought heaven was within my grasp, yet in my hand’s a fistful of mud
                                     Scream as I may and run to find my shelter from the burning sulfur
                                     Of his towering inferno that’s about to erupt, all within his painful thrust.

                                     Yet I have no option but to let the devil in, I’m but his passage door
                                     For his admission to the other side of the hell he is, he calls it paradise