Sin Poem by Dislocated Heart
Sin
Crawling upon my skin, the sins.
the thoughts of suicide, leave it all behind.
Cold to the touch, freezes the past,
forgettin the future.
Party out late, sniff some crack then get laid.
Its bout that time again, when we all face the facts.
Living a lie, or just living another day.
Live it your best, as if tonight, when you close your eyes..
It'l be the last time you awake....
Its all a sin.
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