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Wine is the D****'s Sin

Poetry By: Twisted
Fantasy



Mom always said [I was going to hell]


Submitted:Apr 8, 2007    Reads: 223    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Remember the dark night of Hallows Eve, when the wind stops whispering and the darkness kills the moon,


I sit legs crossed waiting for the arrival of the prince of darkness-who fascinates me with his lies


[Wine is aged sin] My mother once told me, [ do not drink else the devils lays his claim upon you]

Intoxicating, with blurry lines, I sign this contract, and lay my soul upon your plate.

To what do I trade this soul that can be easily corrupted-eternal life with lust and fame on the side.


Red wine was the devil's sin, I wonder when this liquid will burn its way down my thighs.

--So sweet upon my tongue, my virgin eyes glass over {what is the price of pleasure}
My eternal soul, uncorrupted until in your presence...
Mother always told me [I'd be going to hell]--

"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."

So give me the mask of innocence, and I shall tell you all my fantasies....





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