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.
Copyright © Trinity Biles | Year Posted 2014
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