In the dark I'm the light,
look to me and feel heavens might,
do not gaze away,
It will leave your life gray.

Come see how strong I've become,
my eyes will leave you numb,
don't be shy come on over,
you have the honor to be my lover.

This is not simple pride,
you will become my bride,
just remember to always catch my eye,
or I might just say bye.

marvel in my glory,
you will love my story,
for it is all about me,
a man who never flees.

I will hold you as my trophy,
because I am holy,
some may suggest this is insanity,
though you know my sin best is known as Vanity.

I watch you sit on the couch,
In a slight slouch.
the tv seems to always have your interest,
even though I'm your princess.

someway I have to catch your eye,
maybe if I baked you a pie?
no that is not a good thought,
you'd just eat it in front of the tv I bought.

How I curse myself for this mistake,
oh that merchant was a snake,
I walk to the store to find something alluring,
before I find you snoring.

Go to the shop to find something you crave,
before this jealousy makes me dig a grave,
yes I found it purple and black,
then i hurry back.

opening the door I see you enjoy my allure,
I will win this time for sure,
you rub my sides gently,
Now let that tv feel my sin of Envy

She cooks in an apron,
smells like she is cooking bacon,
my stomach growls,
which makes our dog howl.

I look toward the kitchen hungry,
though if I walk in she will get angry,
my curiosity is filled with wonder,
what might she be cooking I ponder.

Just a quick look is all I need,
after all I just want to feed,
sneaking to the door I peak,
alas is the smell of meat.

A soft smile crosses her lips,
as she sits with coffee she sips,
I look around with desire,
though her apron is a liar.

Looking at me she gives me a smirk,
she has made me look like a ****,
moving a spoonful of honey,
she tortures me knowing my sin is Gluttony.

The puppeteer is the fool,
delivering drugs like a mule,
unaware of his crime,
he will pay a price of time.

The puppeteer approaches his boss,
in a room with some moss.
A man with two tears tattooed on his face,
holds out the his gross overpay and hands him mace.

The Puppeteer walks with what he believes is just cheats,
not hearing the sound of foot beats.
to late to block,
he is clocked.

The puppeteer protects what is his,
the boy beats him without a single miss,
out comes his hero in a baseball cap,
threatening the boy he tries to leave the map.

The puppeteers pride is damaged,
and takes the bat hitting his atter leaving him in bandages.
paying off the right people the man with tear tattoo's
make all the charges become taboo.

The puppeteer reads the news,
the boy he attacked might be set a new,
sitting by the rail on valentines day,
his friend approaches with a blush like a bae.

The puppeteer hears the boy say love,
he pushes his into the wall not wanting to be his dove,
though secretly he feels different,
and his hero can tell and kisses him not ashamed he is indifferent.

The puppeteer panics he is set a miss
for he never expected to receive a kiss,
he shoves him off and yells queer,
his heart is set with fear.

The puppeteer sees him sit down next to him,
his girlfriend near he won't mention it  Kim,
looking for justice an older brother show up,
though he is ignored as his opponent sips from a cup.

The puppeteer hears a shot be fired,
he realises he is deaths desire,
when all went black,
his eyes open to see the gunman be pushed a back.

The puppeteer smiles for he has won,
till his hand touched someone,
looking to the side their lies the hero,
and the puppeteers sanity hits zero.

Complete our dream that is his last call,
before the hero's eyes will fall.
an unmarked grave is mentioned through my rhyme,
nothing can heal the heart not even time.

One goal is set in mind,
and he will accomplish it in do time,
to become an artist of the written word,
only then can the puppeteer become a bird.

The puppeteer lives no more,
for now he closes the past's door.

Sitting on the couch,
in an awkward slouch,
I see you walk in like you want to dance,
Knowing you want some romance.

turning the channel I feel you sit next to me,
******* on my neck like a flea,
a parasite ******* away my laziness,
with the smell of a goddess.

when I lay down completely,
you move on top of me swiftly,
giving me gentle pecks down my lips,
while you sway your hips.

no longer able to look away,
you rub down my body like molding clay,
desire rolls off your tongue,
like it is about to be sung.

Once your clothes come off,
I gently cough,
around your curves is goth like cloth,
my mind cries out in pain since I know my sin is Sloth.

Like the grass is green,
I can be very mean,
don't test your luck,
I can hit like a truck.

you acted like you loved me,
then you flee,
this makes my heart hurt,
though I shall leave you burnt.

filling my heart with ire,
so now I'll set your house on fire,
while you sleep inside,
you never meant to make me your bride.

Take your time to find a way out,
though your attempts will never amount,
For I have sealed them shut,
because you threw me out like a mutt.

soon you will hear the bell,
before you go to hell,
it was simple math,
my sin is Wrath

I watch you over there,
so pretty and fare,
may I take your name,
trust me I can give you fame.

gold shines so bright,
on your eyes like heavens light,
seeing your desire,
makes my soul catch on fire,

though what of a diamond,
are you so determined?
well in the light of that,
let me call my rat.

we plan our theft thoroughly,
we will act like a busy bee,
quickly come to the vault,
do not worry it's code is default.

when the police come storming in,
I will show you my true sin,
while you sit in jail I shall feed,
for my truist sin is one of Greed.