Confessional

On my knees with hands pressed together  
A confession and a prayer-  
For his pleasure,  
I plead for forgiveness  
He then conveys his sins onto his burning angel  
Sitting at the confessional stall, our tongues meet with a crucifix in between  
The burning candles spilled at the altar now meets our flesh  
Lubricating in holy water but drenching our souls in sin  
Oblivious to our own passion,  
The sound of our lust echoes in the cathedral  
As the sound of 1,000 lost angles who whimper in envy at our humanly pleasure joins the echo  
The vibrational frequency of pain & agony leads us to our final sulk,  
(Closest to death)  
Like Adam & Eve,  
We create our foreordained truth