This Is Mine

Now, I
I despise
The reflection of my face
In your blue eyes
But I
Accept the evil
That has grown deep beneath
My drunken mind
You know
Who I am
But I never
Will confess
I grow righteous
When others
Condemn me for just doing
What I simply do best
And I
I once knew the feel
And the curve
Of a perfect breast
We once tasted
Why Jesus suffered
And he died
Just for us
Now somewhere
Is a room
Where I will waste
My time
Drinking
From the bottle
That contains the secret pleasure
That is mine
This is mine
Mine
This is mine
Only mine