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Showing posts with label wicked. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wicked. Show all posts

Weakness

Vulnerable to the cry of lust
Never one to stay the course
Giving in to carnal needs
Bind the heart of desire
Blood pumps feverishly to
Compensate for a hunger
Screaming to find its fulfillment
Never mind the consequence
Exhausted dreams of grandeur
Chasing a dragon that doesn’t
Want to be caught
In the end lascivious rapture
Is all that counts

Confessions



They say confession is good for the soul
The one on the receiving end might not be so
Inclined to believe that line
Whose soul is it good for?
To lay your sins on someone’s shoulder
To bear your shame and transport
It around with them
Innocent ears have to hear betrayal
Eyes gaze deep into the face of evil
Remorse doesn’t pay the for the debt created
Now the valley walked through is more
Perfidious thorns and rotting roses
Great you with sadness and bewilderment
My how selfish you are to bare your soul
At my damn door
Anger is only now beginning to make its rest
Upon my heart that has endured way too much shit
How dare you invite me in to your turpitude?
Now I feel dirty like I was the one to cross
That threshold of iniquity
Scrub my skin till it’s raw
I can still smell the deceit and treachery
The stench lingers in my nostrils
Lies, lies, lies,
Confession for the soul is good
Just keep your damn secret take it to your
Grave and inconvenience me no more
With confessions

The Unknown


I can’t discipline the forces that
Lurk seeking to devour happiness
To stop my soul from soaring
My mind to create
My spirit from breathing
My heart from loving
If granted all that would be
Left is an empty shell
Of what use to be

Don't Play With Fire


Drowning in desire
Opulence born and bred
Night welcomes clandestine meeting
Traverse to wickedness

Power of lust
Levitates rational thought
Anguish plays the role of executioner
Yesterday’s ashes mingle with misery

Wicked proclivities wets the appetite
Invites sin to lie in bed
Throes of covetousness ignites flame
Hell holds the door open to welcome

Fighting against primal urges
Inclinations driven by want
Repentances smolders
Embers are all that remains
Don’t play with fire…you’ll get burned