The life of sin is short but has long highs
The way it lives, the way it dies
The life of sin inside is in your heart
The same as gloom, and cold, and dark
The dying sin begins another’s life
So free the cold, the bloody knife
The jaded wheel of sin can birth its kind
As long as death, the golden find
The funeral of a sin a living vent
Thus creating when not meant
Though While the end of sin is yet unfurled
It is the cause of this dead world
But while even still the sin’s alive
Or to the least the way it lies
 Surferio · Fri Mar 13, 2009 @ 06:47pm · 0 Comments |
