This Stolen Rib

This stolen rib...
...still hurts me –
Gone, like a knife pulled from my side.
An ache in the space
On the pillow beside me
Each lonely night
 
Now I’ll pay for my blasphemy
With my heart – now my idol’s gone
And all I’ll reap is misery
The worship of fools is mine
 
I laid my respect on the altar
A goddess I made all on my own.
The price that I pay, the sacrifice
Is the pain deep down in my bones
 
Now I’ll pay...
 
Every blow that falls when the glamour palls;
Each bitter pill;
Every word that cut; everyone you fuck –
I’m counting still,
Every night’s despair, since you left me there –
I’m counting still.