Poetry: The Democracy of Sin

Pick your pleasure
Pick your poison
Cast your vote
In this democracy of sin

Everything you ever want
Everything you ever need
Every single dark desire
All you have to do is bleed

Televisions pretty pictures
Painted in lies and gold
Beautiful little butterflies
They’ve all been bought and sold

Pick your pleasure
Pick your poison
Cast your vote
In this democracy of sin

Wander in the bright lights
With a troubled eye
Searching hidden places
Where the shards of truth might lie

Dazzled by the mirrors
Blinded by the fairy tale
Deafened by the pretty songs
That hide the banshee’s wail

Pick your pleasure
Pick your poison
Cast your vote
In this democracy of sin

Everything you ever want
Everything you ever need
Every single dark desire
All you have to do is bleed

Dazzled by the mirrors
Blinded by the fairy tale
Deafened by the pretty songs
That hide the banshee’s wail

Pick your pleasure
Pick your poison
Cast your vote
In this democracy of sin

Commentary: The other day, for some reason, the phrase “democracy of sin” popped into my head and has been riding with me ever since. Last night, I was strumming on my guitar and wrote this while working my way through the evening. It is a far bleaker piece then my mood actually was, but it is what flowed out around the phrase. The phrase is still turning in my mind, so I would guess that I am not done with it yet.