From the Mind of a Sinner
To live a life of sin
is not one I want to live.
To further fall from grace
is but a path few have succeeded from deterring from.
To you, oh Forsaken one
I give you my infernal past to play with.
To you, oh higher being
I give to you my eternal life to do with as pleased.
To the people I have deceived
there will be no more lies spoken from these lips.
To all those I have wronged
there will be repentance to be made.
To my heart, that dwells in this twisted body
I’m sorry that you have been tainted black as onyx.
To my soul, that resides trapped in this vessel
I’m sorry that with every action taken you have been ripped to pieces.
To the pleasure I have partaken in
I thank you, for giving me a warm perverse sense of satisfaction.
To the hate I have indulged in
I despise you, for seducing me into your tortured embrace.
This poem was written by Adrian Whelan on Oct 10, 2006.
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