Adultery is My sin

My Sin, Your Sin

My bed sheets made of sins and tears
my love composed from lust and fears
my house, bricks of insecurity
the adulterer - me, your sin.

she doesn't know, doesn't have to
no one knows of me
hiding in my house, stained with sin
the memory of adultery

is haunting me, I need you here
to sate my deep, dark soul
and when I need you, you come to me
make me free, make me whole.

The sin is done, the darkest deed
most devilish of them all -
I've stained you with the deepest sin...
my angel, I've made you fall.