Sin

My sin stands before me

Telling me to be free.

He tells me he does as he pleases.

Yet this sin repulses me,

I no longer wish to be in that cement place,

A slave to cold dead  pleasure,

Silently crying in sorrowful guilt.

I never loved this sin

And the sin didn't love me.

I turn from this thing

That once trapped  me,

I tell him no, I am not who

He once thought I was.

And as I say this, I know

There will be one last night of regret,

My last chance to taste sin

Ever again, a last memory for me,

A chance to say goodbye to

That sweet horrible sin.

In the morning,

I will send him away and

Stand in solitude once again

And I will weep and wait

Until the day it is washed from me.

 

Raven

5 November, 2004