Thoughts of a Loner.

Sins. (By Sapphirus)

Wrath was a fiery storm consuming his soul eternally,
Wrath rekindled by Satan himself,
In the fervent flames of the pits of hell,
Leaving dreaded and scorched earth,
Earth where compassion once tailed dearly,
Envy was a serpent's gaze,
Leviathan's lingering touch,
Slithering the emerald scales as it coiled it's grip upon him,
Suffocating his very soul,
A venomous hunger willing to bite another's joy,
Twisting every smile into a dagger stabbing his heart,
The compassionate feast of Beelzebub,
Filling an unfillable void within his soul,
A hollow indulgence masking the depth of his despair.

Wrath was a fiery storm consuming his soul eternally,
Lucifer's towering exhalation holding his soul hostage,
Ever teetering over the brink of the ruins he gave birth to,
A fragile edifice crumbling under the weight,
Weight of his crimson arrogance,
He gazes at his cast reflection,
The mirror cracking and shattering at his gaze,
Oh he was cursed by all the incarnations,
A mosaic of shattered desires,
Desires raged by lust,
Asmodeus' insatiable fire leaving naught but scorn and pain,
Fleeting pleasure and dust of ashes,
In light of day shall they remain.

Wrath was a fiery storm consuming his soul eternally,
Mammon's abyssal craving devouring all precious to him,
Turning golden moments to moon dust with one touch,
Touch of eternity,
Touch of curse,
Sloth was Belphegor's beloved muse,
Where dreams sink and suffocate as sands,
A haze erasing the vibrancy his soul once held so dear,
A gallery of sins now etched deep into his soul,
Each vice a chain,
Each chain a shadow,
Each shadow a sin he longed to forget.

Wrath was a fiery storm consuming his soul eternally,
In the silence of his darkened room,
The noose became his lingering promise,
A whisper of escape from the torment of his mind,
His soul consumed by the sins he once found sweet,
Choking out the bitter light now,
He curses the darkness that once devoured the soul,
And kisses the moose he now holds dear,
A drug granting him escape,
As his neck embraced the rope so rough,
And snap.

Snap.

~ Sapphirus