For I am sin


I try so hard,

even when I feel I have made some progress

It is for naught.


My line is corrupt.

Painted with such darkness.

Betrayal, Rape, & Malice

such shame in my heart.


for I cannot change.


I seek to be different,

to be better.

so my eyes shine fullest,

without disgust upon my brow.


Hypocrisy is my tongue

Cruelty my hand

Suffering the milk

from which I sup.


Can I not change?


Diligence is now my tutor,

from her I practice.

Yet I fail.


Such pleasure I find in darkness…


I do not love,

only lust.

I do not partake,

only consume.


All must be mine,

for I am Sin.


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