sins are sweet

I sell myself to the empty souls, I sell myself to the stupid man. I sell myself because I enjoy the attention, because I need the recognition that I exist, because I long for the loving feeling, making people disgusted and tingle of pleasure. I freely admit I'm jealous, I want more. I will not allow them to get more then me, I want it all for me and me alone. My childish mind calling, grabbing everything out of your mouths and appropriates it to myself like it had always been mine. I praise myself, I'm everything he never will have. I'm a saint who can't suppress her lusts. If his flesh was at my disposal I would greedily make it mine, I would sin. I want to sin, I will never repent. And as a believer, a believer with blood on her hands from now on I'll speak the truth. I won't always be around when you need me, and most of the time I don't want to make time for you.

From now I live alone in my imaginary world full of sin, and waves of bloody broken hearts will overwhelm me. Tears taste salty, but I'll make them sweet. I promise I will, I promise.. this is the only promise I can keep.

I am disloyal, unstable and a masochist but I exist out of pure love.

-Pray for me.-