Saturday, April 5, 2014
Sins
Rating: ★3.5
Sinning, sinning everyday
My sins follow me everywhere
Like a second shadow
Reminding me of my inadequacy
A red halo, shining bright
I pray in my mind
For them to go away
But they clutch at me like a child
Whispering to me, goading me
To sin again.
Panda Eyes
Topic(s) of this poem: sin