by richard phoenix

Created on: June 25, 2008

Father of Sin

From the depths darker than the heart of men,
concealed to the shadows forever condemned,
lies the instinct the intentions behind their eyes,
to consume and devour with fake smiles and lies.

The beast is burden buried deep in strong surviving minds,
shackled to society's standards forbidden to cross certain lines,
decency and humanity, moral fibers on which is built a life,

career and family, a house and a loving wife.

Still desires dream and feelings start seeping,
subconcious hypnotic voices repeating as we are sleeping,
to live in the night where risks exsist in neon lights,
beckoning non threatening in places kept out of sight.

Drifting blind from one chance without care or concern,
dancing in the embrace of fire instead of leeting it burn,
deriving pleasure from pains only a unique mind could substain,
keep the adrenaline high with a supply to drive one insane.

Addicted to the demons from a place secret in my soul,
the blackest pit of atrocities no one ever goes,
the womb of evil and indescretion lies yearning for ressurrection,
gaining strength from the lack of human affection.

Seeing humans as the aniamls they really are inside,
greedy and selfish, full of narcissism and pride,
feeling helpless, as the depths rise up from within,
Giving birth to my hate, becoming the father of sin.

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