Sin By Chenson Bennett

Roses are red, Violets are blue,
This black rain falls on me
is as thick as dew,
And it washed my soul
Black as leaves little space for blue,

I’m so confused

Greed,
Lust,
Defiance,
 has trapped me in this vice,
Hope,
repentance,
Purity,
melts of the surface of my skin,

Who am I again?

When the angels sing my ears are plugged,
When the demons screech I hear,
When my father speaks
I feel guilty,
When the diamond glimmer,

My eyes turn gold,

Am I a shell of dust now
am I?

Can some save me?

My eyes bleed as I look to the skies,
My body becomes numb,
My heart becomes silent
and my body becomes dust.
Just as I feared, my riches will stay
now I am gone . . .
because the wages of sin is
Death.