I have sins. I get we all have them. Hidden in the corners, tucked away in the nooks But mine bite and snap Literally The sins I've made Define me Not in the good prissy way But in a dark and twisted way I can't turn back Only face the truth As they cut into my skin Literally The one I love Can't make it all go away He's the stem of it all The reason I wanted to die And live so bad He is my sin But he's a good sin One worth it Worth the pain And all the gain I love him No matter the psycho But not in a stalker way The love started in a murderous way A sadistic way (*I don't own cover photo, or original creepypasta, wish though ;-;*)All Rights Reserved