I will not
with shame of sin
atone again.

A mockery
this would be
of forgiveness,

of which
you know nothing
for blame will not fit
within the box
forgiven allows.

It overflows
and rots
in the heat
of fury

dried

parched

then remoistened
in the wet
of tears
you cry so easily

the water of your innocence
pools around the guilty

and I can't swim
weighted down this way
with the mill stone
of sin you place
upon and upon
day after day
until burdened
I've no choice
but to sink.

I will not with shame
atone again
and again
accept the sacrifice
demon
or move on to fresh kill.

WhiteRose