Lust is the color red

I often see a demon in the mirror

Hidden behind a black veil

Eyes white like the dead and lost

When our eyes meet my skin goes pale

I can hear his voice in my head in silent times

It sounds like the whisper you needed to hear

His words are like pure acid to a perfect rose

But he satiates a hunger when chaos draws near

Love loses its luster when he swoons inside

His chaotic anger is a drug like pure heroin

When does absence insists on mental withdraw

Give me an emotion…it feels like I am carrying him

Lust is the color red in liquid puddles

Sin is a dream that we once had but lost

I am losing the color hidden in plain sight

Tell me life isn't a survivor of my holocost