Why do her blonde waves entrance you?
I can dye my hair to match…
Why does her pout make you melt?
I can act young, wild and cute…
Why do her swaying hips elicit groans?
I can learn to walk in stilettos…
If I pretend I’m her…will you?
Despair, the stringent fear and fretting woe
Oh, somnolence, the lust for sleepy tread
That wicked idleness, the feet won't go
Then tardiness, the framing time now dead
What, negligence? Thy wording did not heed
As indolence avoids the task at hand
Ah, peevishness, an angry blood red seed
Seething With Sin
Volcanic eruption from this rage you invoked.
I'm spitting this fury watching you choke
On consoling phrases lodged in your throat.
Cough up your compassion as you emote
Apologies pouring for this anger you provoked
But this outrage flowing has no antidote
My wrath you're enduring cannot be revoked.
LUST AND I
It was only her eyes that spake
Beatles ignited the mysterious sneaky gripping flame
Only her smile created constellations of darts
Crippled with fear, my heart beat imploded
As the fix effused my bottled emotions
Black and blue, she wept in commotion
Please tell the judge I am innocent
Seven Deadly Sins
Craving your touch, desiring you too much.
Never getting enough, overlooking the times rough.
Calling you mine, thinking it is fine.
Not showing affection, yet afraid of rejection.
Mad over nothing, always hating on something.
Burning with jealousy, seeming like your enemy.
Denying my mistakes, turning into distant fakes.
Gluttony of Me
I, the beast of dissatisfaction,
I, the patron poltergeist of habitual greed,
Shall forget my nature, yen of yen.
Shed my weapons, my every mean of possession,
Wash the blood from my hands for thee.
All you’ve ever had to be
Is willing to share my gluttony with me.
A Sin Sampler
my envy would be a toothsome beastie
if i could pull myself away from
my reflection fair. as it is i
cannot be bothered, my petty rankling would
only be a chore. it would be
too far beneath my station to crave
she who warms another man's depraved bed.
Greedy – I want to take it all
give me your worn blood and skin
let me feast ravenously on fresh hearts
torn between the man I want now
discarding used one I leave behind
tossed bereft on wrong side of farewell
hoarding shiny men in poverty of soul.
Luxuria y Fornicatio
She's so beautiful, have to fuck her,
Maybe if I had wealth she'd reciprocate,
We would laze nonstop, feasting on sex
And she would see only me lovingly,
Of course, killing her husband is necessary,
But alas, I'm simply too lazy nowadays,
I guess I'll never have her myself.
A Journey through Envy
Envy: simple and innocent starts out green,
no ill will or jealousy, nothing obscene.
Then in creeps indignance, shading to pink.
"Why not me?" I'm starting to think,
"I am worthy. Have I not bled?"
Anger has bloomed, now darkens to red.
Then evil webs spin, blackened to sin.