Sin

Lover of violence Hidden in silence Looking for guidance Speak your own language Let truth be the salvage Of the lust left behind When you swore by your love The skin that was shed by a natural pain Razor sharp blade blessed with tears from my veins Feeling still the rush and the thrill Of carelessly harming under Raging storms above Love is not enough Paradise of sin inside All is left to weep and die Thick layer of frost, shell of the heart Vessel of sorrow destined to rust In need of the heat ashes will fall From burning desires spelling defeat Contained addiction of pain's condition Illegal fiction craving for more A dead end fever, mindful deceiver Hiding the cleaver at the core Raging storms above Love is not enough Paradise of sin inside All is left to weep and die The human curse hides a deep suffering within The primordial need of flesh and skin Saints are those who lust without loving For love is sin and sinners suffer