Sin is like a drug, and I'm an addict.
I can't keep away. Even the threats of hell can't stop me.
I only pray that the darkness makes me numb enough to face the pain of Hades.
Do not walk in the path I create, I can't offer you comfort in hell.
It's not my home.
YOU ARE READING
Lost in me
PoetryWords from the deepest part of my blood red heart. Pouring up everything with each heartbeat. I'll show you my mind...but you can't reach it.
