The Path of a Sinner

Who am I, but a sinner travelling alone...

Footprints both old & new litter the road

Yet no soul can be seen yonder

Eyes curious & anxious of what lurks ahead

Diverting away what is left behind

A voice-

A silent song that alleviates the guilt

With every turn the lyric becomes clearer

And yet the closer I draw, the more it becomes a whisper

Horns in the appearance of braided pigtails

Rose petal decorations on a black dress

A fool entranced by the deceptive visuals

A fool I am for obsessing over the precision of the image

She...It...

Intoxicates the air with just her presence

Fangs dripping poison- a scent so strong yet unnoticeable

The cost of indulging in such pleasures...

A cost that I'm aware, is far too great

Who is she, but the sin that guides me...

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Well, we know what the wages of sin are. The speaker in this one seem to have a long trail of baggage. Strangely, though, I get the feeling there will be no turning over of a new leaf. Despite the dread, I don't think things will change.

[𝔸ʂɾıéli໐ຖ Ş໐นl]

Yea it's not easy to fight temptation, thank you for commenting