Your sharp kiss runs across my wrist.
Should I give myself in?
Your supple voice so lemon kissed
But I'm more into sin.
A deadly dam breaks down my throat
The flames of sweet desire
They buckle down my hidden coat
That Satan did conspire
Your emptiness that fills my soul
But I don't have a choice
That sharpened pains can make me whole
Is all that I can voice
Unleash your knives and bottles.
Those I can fight with stealth
But as long as I'm a model
I cannot fight myself.
Three deadly sins surround me,
As if ready to pounce.
They play your sullen lullaby
And His Holy word denounce
My fingers gripping for dear life
My hands all rough with sin
I bow my head and send my soul.
To darkness I give in.
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