The Art of Sinfluence

My breath crystallized on the silent warmth of your skin.
Bubbling tremors erupt from sinful lips engorging on lust itself.
You knew you’d never change, but you lie just to believe it yourself.

Trapped in the world,
Electrical routine, grotesquely obscene.
Our world reduced to mere moral shambles.

My influence, the voice of purity,
Ignored by clanks of liquor glasses
and girls giggling silently half dressed.

Beauty is only skin deep,
But a knife is capable of so much deeper.
Roll the dice, play the game; your soul is to blame.

Parks emptied, Minds unoccupied, lust growing into crime.
Seemingly Simple glances are only worth a ten-year marriage,
fifty dollars and a bottle of the newest wine.

Worked to the bone
Fingernails filed, corpses defiled.
This is what our new society is reduced to.

My Strength, the voice of reason
Ignored by the stunts of show-offs
And liquored exhales of burping teens.

Vanity is only chemical deep.
Emotion trapped on the hem of your sleeve.
We all know how this fairytale will end up.

Your eyes shadow the secret, the secret that you hide underneath
that top hat of yours at the lonely, lonely cabaret show.
You’re a misfit trying to find your niche in the society chaotic.

In the back of your mind, it screamed to you
That you could have whatever you wanted with enough attention.
Run after it, it seems to be waiting for you.

Names called all your life, your sense of life misused
Your persona untrusting, and your body abused.
Your eyes are the windows to your past, young lover.

In a New York City minute,
Your mind conformed to spin it
Like the top of a crazed sex maniac.

Your mind’s unaware of the blunt interaction with chemicals faux pas
Acid was so last season; let’s move the meth labs to the attics and basements.
Popularity is rewarding, when it’s justly earned correct?

Addiction is the newest crucifixion.
Your mind’s oblivious to your clockwork routine.
Burn, Yearn, addict, inhale, repeat.

“Malnourishment  is fashion forward,”
says the Chemicals in your system.
Intoxication is the newest insinuation.

Rotten Teeth, decaying skin
Leprosy flesh and Luciferic Sin.
What a mess you’ve gotten yourself into.

You’ve life has dwindled down for the last decade in dazes and addiction
I’m sure you’re ready to be nailed to your newest affliction.
We’re all on trial here in our world, welcome to the Gates of Salivation.

My smiles spread like ashy wax paper.
Your Pupils dilated to rockslide debris.
What exactly do you want out of me?

Your world shattered like a gun-to-glass reaction
Mind permanently conceived clouded.
Oh how, he revels in his satisfaction.

Tipping the tides of balance.
Meth, Acid, Coke and Crack
I’m sure you realize it’s all an act.

With every sin and every saint, there come a balance between the two.
Something most humans, not even the smart ones, never knew.
Good versus Evil: Welcome to the world of Influence.

Lucifer stains your mind with thoughts of lust
You know you’re orgasm is the newest must
For you to become even greater than God.

God rejects your love through his graces
And sends them to a more justly cause down the street
into the vertical-slit-whorehouse windows.

Humans caught in the middle
Watching it all subconsciously unfold
The tale that was scarcely believed and heavily told.

Our world is a battleground for a drug fix and cheap tricks.
Earth is just like China In World War II,
Cut up into Spheres Of Sinfluence starting in the B.C of 3042.