I borned an infant that could have been love
And you strangled it in your passion.
I was a river now turned to poison
So nothing can grow on its shores.
I was asleep but now am awake
And ashamed of my dreaming.
I am Antigone, needing to be broken,
But not in the way you broke me.
I am Venus; powerful and zealous
But in your sight I am malleable.
I am violated under the banner of love
This is how you ruined me.