Corruption is a sweet thing when you think about it,
Lost in the sins of one's past and future, enticing,
And then one can't find a reason to give a shit,
And all the blame that's truly not worth placing,
Toppled with baggage and complex tribulation,
Makes you wonder who needs the words spoken?
For some dramatic ending or short lived revelation?
When in the end who is it that is truly broken?
Soul n' heart conflict with the mind, an endless game,
When we all know the path we choose to follow.
And even through it all it's an anti-climactic shame,
That some choose to stop short and whine and wallow.
Caressing flesh, sinful lips, sharpened tongues,
All rounded with nothing but dark intentions,
Intoxicated, lost, take it all in with aching lungs,
Just for fleeting and frequent erotic sensations.
Ah, what a waste of time to be ourselves denied,
Unfair, unjust there is so much we will have missed,
So keep to your shallow white roots and do hide,
While I continue on with pride to be Darkling Kissed.
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