LastBattalion

Song of the Sinner A servant to a banished master, Bound and gagged with puppet strings, My body carved from alabaster, My heart, from less exquisite things: A gram of pain, a pound of sorrow, A fallen angel’s twisted wings, A fragment of a lost tomorrow, Whatever comfort liquor brings. I lived a mockery of living, Now I choke on every breath I take, The strain and anguish unforgiving, But I cannot be allowed to break. Punished as a callous sinner, Dragged into the depths of Hell, My body thin, my hopes still thinner, In this haunted place where demons dwell. Some would call me psychopathic, Call my anguish justifi

You                                                                 Were something New, Something Sweet, Something Tainted By deceit, By decay, By the error of your Way. By and by, Every day, I would mend your shattered Soul , Patch the holes, In your heart; Still You'd tear Yourself Apart. Once I'm done,