29 December 2012
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.
Opuss № I