My Sweet Sins

The rank smell of Death, Still in the air Hate evermore has formed my fate. These tendrils like knives, cut open my heart, Now I cut Them, and my Demons I ate. I wipe the face that's no longer mine, yet evil remains. I will never be saved, for I killed Them, committing unforgivable sin. They killed me in a way that remains, Oh Their pain tasted sweet, Like forgiveness and love. I've tried Them all, and They all tasted sweet.