Sin
please excuse my sin-ridden skin
stories of slaughter and sabotage
i succumb to within
as i reach out my senses
malicious they din
but my conscious is still sound
it still slits me open
please excuse my sin-ridden skin
as my limbs long for forgiveness
but too often cave in
they transgress with no set backs
spoil the carcass’s within
stones have served less carvings
a fixed, malignant grin
please excuse me
and my sin-ridden skin
though i fathom your loathsome
i wish you’d be more open
these marks can’t be rubbered
for i’ve erred far too greatly:
i am merely human
vivaciousverses 