I am a Sinner,
Because I don’t know how to reconcile with the ones I’ve wronged
Why would they forgive one so easily who damned their spirits and forsaken their anatomy?
Commical
For I’d fall solely back into the hands of those who deceived my passion and currupted my servitude
Damnation have it
We’re all masochists for someone
-Tales of a Sinner
I am a Sinner
Considering I never knew anything of innocence
Maybe I was not robbed but merely was spared the denseness in which the righteous reside in
His evil touch was the clarity into the realm where the pristine turn a blind eye
For what happens when this impish mortal discovered her devilish deeds through her aggressor?
Is she still a sinner?
Or a forgotten victim?
-Tales of a Sinner
I am a Sinner
As I am glutonous for the sake of self loathing and greed
Oh you think it is food that I am a swine for?
The flavors of your cuisine hold no hunger in my eyes
Considering I’m utterly devoted to the banquet of his body
And the feast of his soul
I want to consume every last drop of the wine of his chromosomes
For I am a glutton for unrequited affection
-Tales of a Sinner
I am a Sinner,
Because I’m fond of snakes
Ironic I suppose
As it was the serpentine figure that clobbered Eve’s persona
And cast her
Along with future blessed harlots
To the charters of the potentially wicked
Where you say we live immorally
As you ejaculate to another sister on the 6 train
-Tales of a Sinner
I am a sinner,
Because I chose to lay with the wolves
I made the decision to let them eat my heart out
While I simultaneously tore out my lover’s
For I betrayed his trust to dance with the Devil
And as you know the Devil wears many masks
How could he predict that this time he’d appear in his friend’s wardrobe
All with that familiar aroma of tobacco and that evening’s deadly sins
-Tales of a Sinner
I’m a sinner
For I have mistaken my fortune for that of a saint
The wicked hath thought the wicked could be touched tenderly
The wicked believed thou could be shown the love that one who hasn’t seen the darkness breach could
The wicked should’ve guessed that calamity lingers like the after dinner cigarette smoke expelling from your breath
For saints are more frugal to come by as they bask in the midst of dawn
But us sinners have become a commodity in this world of fabrication
As to wear your damnation on your sleeve is to salute your trials and tribulations as you’re broken down further by the socialism at hand
It is easy to be a saint
It is an art form to be a sinner
-Tales of a Sinner
I’m a sinner
Because I dwell from the loins of the damned
I am poisoned with his blood and share in his dismay
Incriminating acts and conjugating chaos with the tips of my fingers as I play casually in the casualty of my soul
Like the tarnation who equips as much damage behind bars as he did prior
I provoke transgressions in this commonwealth that salutes the sinners with a badge and shoots down the ones with a cause
For I’ll take the syringe to my veins and distribute every drop of plasma until those who are blind can finally see the realism of the unsound
– Tales of a Sinner
Sexuality
Oh that two headed serpent
That bit Eve
And kissed Adam
-Tales of a Sinner
I’m a sinner
Because I made him cum twice
Or was it three times?
He’s an angel
Because he didn’t make me cum once
While I lay there
Like the used tissue I’m made out to serve
He sliped his pants on
Rewarded with lust and assurance
-Tales of a Sinner
I’m a sinner
Because I’m a vixen in the eyes of your lord
Because I let my Jezebel run free through the night
Basking in the hunt for her prey
While she herself is being raided for her exposure
Exposure of skin
Exposure of sexuality
Exposure of self
-Tales of a Sinner
