Soul\'s Sin.

Inside deep I crawl,
Into myself I feel the shame,
The cold and dank of horror,
In love its just a game,

I slept unaware of truth,
Tears left no inky streak,
I lay curled into the black,
Of the cold of what we seek,

My emotion tied to the cut,
Streams dangle bloody red,
Bleeding what thoughts I had,
The thoughts that should be said,

I try to hang onto nothing,
But let go from desire,
I fell from your lust,
As you continue to go higher,

I talk myself into sanity,
And what gifts it was to bring,
I felt Stanley in my hand,
And how we were to sing,

He told me of his life,
And the taste he had for skin,
I dedicated my last breath to him,
For my one. My last. My sin.

Just a quickie.
sorry for the crappiness.