Sin

A soft angelic pedal

From the blackest rose

Falls into a puddle

Upon your blood stained clothes

The sweet taste of metal

From the perfect blade

Touches you so gentle

And your magnetic smile fades

The burns of crossing wires

Tightly woud along your skin

Shows wonderous possibilities

Of deadly little sins

Darkness surounds you

No emotion in your eyes

A lone tear falls down your cheek

But alas you do not cry

A thorn pricks your finger

It stings to your delight

Your drowning in your fears

And you do not seem to fight

No voice exsists within your throat

No hope within your eyes

No motion in your body

Where your soul resides

Shivers take your spine

Cold grips your skin

Pain is all around you

Yet you do not feel a thing

Whispers of the brain

Tell you to go on

You think your doing the right thing

That you could do no wrong

So end this now, and Feel no more

The anger of your tears

Burn them from your memory

Make them Disapear