I scamp around trying to find myself,
All others say – you’re ******* lazy man,
I try to do something others don’t,
People say – oh, look at this child’s moan,
I want to be nothing like everyone else around,
They scream – so, you think you’re better than the rest of us and you want to fly off this ground?

I say – I want to, I try to, I dream no matter what
But in the end I realize, I’m just like everyone else in this stupid world
I’m rotten, sinful and full of ****,
And only with time I realize that I’ve been swallowed by others… and puked back into this dirt

I'm not a good person,
I'm just a somebody that
does good things.
All of my sins can be
swept under the rug
in exchange for hollow gestures
and empty kindness for those
who do not mean me harm.
I am not a good person,
but it's easier to get away
with more when you wear the mask.

Cold walls
At my fingertips
Down empty halls
Voices calling out
To quench my cravings
Lucifer lurks
Behind the dark nun
Beckons to me
Allures, enthralls me
His touch
On my skin
Of dark embers
Hot & red
Eager for thrill
I trade my soul
Desirous of
A sinful kiss

I had a seance
with the night sky
the other day
and I felt my
soul exorcised
by the muses
as they quenched
my thirst
with sweet sinful
nocturnal juices
that diluted
my inhibitions

Firm hands
Visage, chiselled by gods
I pray upon the temple
Intertwined fingers
Sinful embrace
I have longed a touch for Mars
So far, yet he saw the wood,
The hill,
The Temple.

The Mars enraged!
Raging howl of a lone canine
Digging of what the burried desire has for him
Digging, digging
Dig!
The Lumberjack fervently saws the hills
O God! Visage with a burning desire!
Not a tune of emotion compares to what this broken vision has seen
Not a tune of reality passes him.

Unconcious by the dew,
Concious by the sun
Ending the sin of a forbidden bind.

Lying against a brick wall
I gaze at the stars above me.
twinkling, singing stars
shimmering about, gaily
dancing in the night sky.
I loudly laugh at my thoughts.
for what sane person
would think about such?

An insane person
I look towards the familiar sound
to see my nightmare in flesh and blood.
A devilish smile of promiscuousness,
his body moving with cat-like grace.
He leans his face inches from my own
commanding me with a single word, forget.
and for a little while, I did

emotional attachments in the form
of masochistic need for submission.

Your love confronts me
I can't resist you
Your touch is sinful
But your voice is my redemption song

I know your voice all too well
It is the shackles on my hands and feet,
It is the bars in this cell
But never did it cross my mind that I was trapped
That this prison was hell
My darling angel
It seems from heaven you fell

Your sweet sinful harmonious tones
Only heaven knows the power it hones
Only hell sings along in your song
As I sit in this cell trying to right this wrong

To no avail to no avail
I've been sentenced to this madness
And there was posted no bail
No freedom from love
No freedom to love