Perverted Proclivities

A peculiar proclivity I always dream of your pink embrace I sit solemnly inside of the blood drenched summer without a worldly thought I pray inside of your warm temple A perverted proclivity Sin is named my dream again The tears in my eyes are now pieces of silver The sky is dark and the everywhere dead There is only the two of us mirrored faces into jaded eyes I used to dream of your warm,pink embrace scared of the life possible to brew My proclivity is dead I instead travel inside of the shadows of darkest hue