My heart is as bare as my skin.

I feel like a canvas waiting for the paint brush.

Waiting for the strokes to fill me in.

Hoping to fall into a narcotic mind flush.

Heaven doesn’t seem like much fun so I’ll happily walk into sin.

For I've been captured by lust it’s now beginning to push.



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