The sins of the heart,
Settle in permanent midnight
The darkness pervades the season,
Angels escape the ray of light
Guilt is my solace after the fleeting pleasure,
The ephemeral touch of velvet, silk on silk, skin on skin.
Vacant affection is my kindred spirit,
Blind faith my communion.
The longing for warmth eclipses all else.
Happiness eludes me, or so I think
Sorrow is not a burden I bare
For I seek it and languish in its purity of self.
I am not deserving of joy,
For joy is the wine to cleanse the unclean thing
Save me from the hollow peace
Or else the ruby rage in my head will never cease.
Mere mortals are not saintly.
We do not walk upon the hallowed ground.
We walk in the footsteps of the profane deity.
I exist in the shadow of virtuous poverty.
I stand in the doorway of ruin.
Purge the ebony conscious from within,
Pieces tumble to the ground.
I gather than as they fall,
For I cannot let go of the sound.
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Submission Name: Penitence
