Sin

We are wicked little things
With curses and lies and the gift of sin. 

We are creatures lost from God
With clipped wings and burning tongues.

I am the fire that burns in your chest and
You are the darkness that chases the flame.

We are the sinners without respite
That grip the night and empty flesh.

We banish the light for our little death
And curse the innocents that pray.

We are the daughters that covet the flame
Dripping sin and craving slaughter.

We dance until the day we burn 
Like the vampires that meet the sun.

Hide and seek in the remnants of flesh
Lost to the world in our little death.