Fresh sin. Sweaty bodies sway. Deamonds swim in the rich liquid that burns down my throat. Minutes evaporate in the that smoke leaves my lips. Innocence dies. ***** knifes lay rusting in the sink. Shattered dreams cut open my feet as I pull myself up.
Oh sweet, sweet, sweet fresh sin. Young sin. Godless sin. The spark that ignites and turns all happiness to ash.
Mistakes remain etched in my memory, like a permanent tattoo. Eternal flame replaces the friendly shoulder.