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My Sins - based on the 7 sins. Sort of a creative poem and i like how it flows at times, although i'm not completely sure i've decided on an idea behind it yet, more deep than just - the 7 deadly sins. Oh well.


Pain, like the black veil pulling emptyness over the stars.
Pain, that tears away the shreds of pride i came to save -
To hide away from the sins i created on my love's sweet life.
To save this wretched soul from all God's damnations upon me.
To laugh in the face of them all, and spit at their feet, where they walk.
I came to gather what's mine, all mine and all i want.
The things i desire, deserve and need beside my legs cold.
Until my heart swells and bursts from the richness you hath fed me
Until the time I fall from the sky and sleep without care to wake,
To work, to toil amongst the fields now bare from trampling.
You trampled, you ripped out what i had sewn, you stood
Upon the foundations i had lain and with your three headed dog
Of hell, you ruined everything i had planned with your might, I
Wish to have it. Such might that tames all beasts as I.
Come quickly now i dare not hide no longer, my lips are yours
And my heart is sworn asunder - I'll love thee for ever more!
But although you tell me that these sins are fleeting, I know
Deep in me, this pain will stay with me forever, and for ever more.



Thorny Rose - guilt, blame and exhaustion.


Strands of hair fall from what seems,
Miles above.
They float, they curl, they fall.
Too many things have fallen recently,
Thorny Rose.
They float, they smile, they fall.
And you sit dumbly, staring, waiting,
For them to come back.
They won't, you know, Thorny Rose.
Now don't start crying, it's never worth it,
Your eyes will sting.
Head burn, eyes red, not attractive.
Things will all be fine in the morning,
Tell yourself again.
The screams, will fade, will fall.
If you mean it, there's the dagger,
Thorny Rose.
You always, were too, weak inside.
There she goes, taking the easy way,
Miles above.
She floats, she curls, she falls.