I swallow my sins
Running out of breath
Standing on the ledge
It crumbles beneath me

Out of options
I take the plunge
Into complete darkness
Oblivion

My soul exits its shell
Heart shattering to pieces
Everything is scattered
No matter how hard I try
Picking them up is useless

small raindrops fell
smelling fresh and pure
as they washed away
the worlds sins

words drip like honey
from your chin
i lick up the syllables
that make me grin
teasing me with talk
of your favorite sins
and then making new ones
against my skin

Are some things meant to be broken,
So that we shouldn't have them anymore...?
Are some things meant to be lost,
So that we won't have to find them
anymore...?
Are some things meant to be forgotten,
So that we don't have to remember
anymore...?

It's hollow inside
Surprised it hasn't died
Shattered from those who lied
Every breath echoes, "Against the tide"

Empty, lonely, but producing love madly
Pumps so slowly
heart hardened, coldly

Its life began without instruction
This heart was broken then weakly constructed
The fear and panic, the final destruction

Waiting for that moment
That all sins will commit
a heart, too late for atonement

I want to stab a knife to your canvas
And maybe as expected,
Instead of flesh and bones
I find snakes
Slithering, swirling frantically,
Kissed by fear in their evil eyes,
In their terrible surprise
Fire has exposed them!

I want to dash red paint on that fake smile
And watch you gurgle on your own blood
As it pours
Thick, black
From between your teeth.

I want to rip out your lying, beating heart,
Blackened by your sins and selfish intentions,
And watch your hollow eyes finally
Show true emotions.

And I will not stop picking
You apart until you cry
“I give up!”
But how can I trust a
Black
Lying
Beating
Heart?