The harlot's corpse

I've been being haunted
By the heart of a harlot's corpse
Not by her nasty ways
But by her crafty curse
For every night I fall asleep
In the arms of my shameful past
Praying that a hopeful future
Is not out of my grasp
And in the morning I awaken
This time I've had enough
The harlot's corpse shan't lure me more
With her romance off the cuff
In night again I fall asleep
This time in peaceful rest
Heaven nor Hell shall welcome me
Because darkness knows me best
Alike the harlot my corpse will rot
And feed into the dirt
The Earth will spin, the flowers bloom
The people will laugh and hurt
A victim new will be lured in
To the romance and the shame
Sleep will come, and darkness know
That this is not a game