My Favorite Sin

Shadows patrol
these decaying halls
of restless disposition.
 
Handing out hell passes
to sinful lovers
who reek of discontent.

I claim my own
to play with jaded souls
who taste of salt
and copper.

They feel like heaven
despite this hell
yet fail
to set me free.

So I pace these halls
with lustful intentions
realizing this
is my favorite sin.

Distracting myself
I devourer all who captivate.

This appetite
knows

no end.