THE SCENT OF SIN
Contributed by
Euphoria
on
Friday, 30th August 2002 @ 07:37:47 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Each day from sunrise to sunset
And even in the dark hours of twilight
Man completes a circle of life.
Simple as it seems
Woven from many dreams
Is a single deed,
Which grows from the seed
Of hidden motivations,
Are they cruel intentions?
Or innocent inventions?
Either ways they are means;
To be in places you want to be,
And when you want to win the race!
Honor or disgrace!
Matter least to you,
For it is the urge to do
The desire to get through
Every single day!
Man… as simple as he may be,
Never wants to be debris,
Like those crushed amidst the race,
In his own perception…
He wants to see a reflection,
Of success … ill or well attained staring back at him,
Thinking before acting,
Acting then justifying,
It’s all part of the game,
Where there is zero percent responsibility,
And 100% blame,
It’s all a trick to get through a fog,
Make it through life, this cynical bog,
Where you pretend like you never knew,
Whence you killed with a smile,
Or a tainted dagger,
Either ways you’re a dirty back-stabber,
Killing what you love most,
For what you need most,
But love least,
No regrets complete satisfaction,
The scent of sin…a strange attraction.
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Euphoria
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2002-08-30 07:37:47] (Date/Time posted on
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