Lies are magnificent,
Each devil print they leave,
Your heart is full of them,
With every one that you weave,
The mind is growing dim,
Every haunted face has a hell,
The light is fading fast,
It is now there where I dwell,
Incubate my seduction,
In your womb of despair,
Enclosed walls of your flesh,
No one seems to care,
about what lies within,
A sullen sunken face of a child,
Raised by Sin.
Darkness is beautiful,
When your sprawled out in emptiness,
Naked to your world,
Should then you maul yourself,
Unbearable bleeding from eyes not seeing,
A blink in time, A curse in rhyme,
Should then you stop breathing,
No love is worth keeping,
With you standing in the arched doorway,
Grin ripping through your face,
Like a fallen Angel's disgrace,
Should then you tear me to pieces in your morbid delight,
You know I will never listen,
My nude glistening body bruised from the fight,
Raised by Sin.
Suffocate my dreams and pervert my open seams,
Rape my soul and turmoil that you were supposed to nurture,
Put the bones in a basket to feed your inner beast,
I will lie bleeding because there is no retreat,
There is no running away from something you cannot comprehend,
You will come killing and there is only a bloody end,
Where quick silver skeleton snakes cleave the morning drapes,
Each bitten by fire like you forsaking my sutured nape,
Waves of white have turned crimson through the blight,
Years with anguish and a childhood fearing pain,
Never drove me to madness and never made me insane,
No use in screaming if what I breathe is your anger and resent,
Worms of the earth are feeding within my barren fruit,
Living this pointless strife we can never repent to win,
I was Raised by Sin.
December 3 2003