Third sin

Third sin


She flies without wings on top of me
Coming from the ashes, the red phoenix
It reborn and renews itself before it reaches the end
Get rid of the pains of other pains.

Leaving your pains on me
Smile and cry a contained tear
And smile happy, happy?
What awaits you in closing the curtains

When I'm not there?
Only my perfume will be engraved
On the wet silk sheet

And along with all that decadence and fury
Nothing will remain but the third sin
The desire lined with lust



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