Seed of Sin

Pain of soul is greater than pain of body

An ache that takes your breath away

A self control that dictates your actions

Only will your heart betray

When it swells up inside

And the rivers begin to overflow

Thoughts run back to the peace once held

In the arms that have now let go

Curse the day that opened the door

And let this demon in

To sit and torture my own self

Within the seed of sin

Better it be to die the death

Than suffer the pain of it alive

And boil over with this passion

That’s stifled and deprived