Greed

Of dogs men this common trait,
the lust for bone in this hurried haste
the bone though differs from taste to taste
but this sin of greed no one escapes.

Our sin count rising day by day
vanity gulping through our veins
gluttonous in our bloody heads
cutting through our shoulder blades
this weight of sin, doesn't it hurt to take?

Endless point

Sitting alone on this lonely cliff
watching the lighthouse and the train pass by
what is that light that shines on my life?
its kinda dull and also bright.

Silence,do i hear you right?
silence that echoes from the light,
I catch you, just a fleeting sight
You are whats left of this night.