5- Pit of Sin

Pleasures of the flesh

Come as many as you want

For a touch of skin

A stolen kiss

Comes across a wall of steel

It should be satisfying

To come over and over again

But a hole still remains

A mask still prevails

A curse to be found

So close to a piece of heaven

Now falling into hell

This isn't what I wanted

Your touch in my skin

Can't feel anything

All is mistaken

A riddle now unveils

In a place that no longer exists

I keep hunting into the night

An excuse to fight

Hold on to survive

While crushing in my own demise.

Oh pleasures of the skin

Addicted into sin

Lay down your weight in me

As I come

And enter into oblivion

So close to a piece of heaven

Now falling into hell

This isn't what I wanted

Your touch in my skin

Can't feel anything

All is mistaken

A riddle now unveils

In a place that no longer exists