My Old Poems (2011)

My Sin #22

My sin

Stuck in the deepest pits

Of my pen

The Devil has many wits

For he is here for one reason to desecrate

Your name

And decimate

You at his game

The pieces will fall his direction

You will fall ill

With his infection

For this is his will

Sin is pretty on the outside

But there is no way to hide

The inside

That will reside

For eternity

If this is unclear

And you need some clarity

For this fear

He is so dark

He swims in the sea

Like a shark

So free

He lives among the rust

Of the Earth

He is one you shouldn't trust

He was given to you at birth

He hides in the alleyways

Of this city

Given no praise

Just pity

Everyone is in disbelief

As he takes another person's heart

With no relief

He throws a dart 

Filled with venom

And a passion 

To keep a rhythm

And to ration

You to a life 

Filled with pain

And strife

He will drive you insane

But he is pretty on the outside

There is no way to hide

The inside

That will be there forever to reside by your side