A sin that paces back and forth,
an empty dream spilled on the floor,
the eyes watching patiently in the darkness
of the morning,
the kiss of the rain on my face
pales the color.
Life changes with the touch
of a gun shot.
Hold not the love that
is within.
Lust is a dream broken by
hate.
Gates will open with a quick glance from
a hating eye.
All is at an end.
