THE POETRY OF SIN
THE POETRY OF SIN
Love? A gesture than can easily swim into the first wave madness
It is hard to understand the origin of this obsession
The morbid excess of this effect is known as passion
This disease ridden ecstasy that reflects in humans eyes
What sir is my role to play?
Explain to me the exotic massacre at hand
A culture of obsolescence written in plan
The neo vogue, the elegance of the damned
I pity the man with a heart on his sleeve
This couture of red that is forced into the heart
To love beyond the point of madness is the only rationality I see in your eyes
Oh desire is a fool and insanity is such a pretty tool
A vague catwalk performed to the fabulous monstrosity of romance
And like diamonds, sparkling and clean reflecting the glamour of this black reality
Tell me the origin of this obsession! The raging “WANTS” deep in the pulse
Read to me the wisdom of the damned! So I may understand the poetry of sin.
By Camille Tambe.
Love? A gesture than can easily swim into the first wave madness
It is hard to understand the origin of this obsession
The morbid excess of this effect is known as passion
This disease ridden ecstasy that reflects in humans eyes
What sir is my role to play?
Explain to me the exotic massacre at hand
A culture of obsolescence written in plan
The neo vogue, the elegance of the damned
I pity the man with a heart on his sleeve
This couture of red that is forced into the heart
To love beyond the point of madness is the only rationality I see in your eyes
Oh desire is a fool and insanity is such a pretty tool
A vague catwalk performed to the fabulous monstrosity of romance
And like diamonds, sparkling and clean reflecting the glamour of this black reality
Tell me the origin of this obsession! The raging “WANTS” deep in the pulse
Read to me the wisdom of the damned! So I may understand the poetry of sin.
By Camille Tambe.