Mellifluous Murmurs

Sins

You wear a mask 

a filthy one with guilt and shame plastered all over it. 

It disgusts me

I am so terrified of looking at you

You are so perishing,

you can kill me just by spilling out some truth when it comes out as a fable.

You make me angry, angry!

Angry isn't even the word. I am dying in your hands that are made out of thorns. 

You are stabbing me, tearing off my flesh 

piece by piece 

goodness by goodness

pain by pain..

I am feeling it all. 

Toss me around, fine

Push me down to the floor, okay 

Beat my flesh till the bruises disappear and my paleness appears, why not?

"If I wanted to do something, I would've done it a long time ago!" you said

I saw the venom in your eyes, spilling out onto my dignity. 

You are a sin 

your angelicalness became sin! 

Do not, I say. Do not make me a sin. 

Don't make me an effort, or perhaps an option

I don't wheel around as a third walker that seems to be tied onto a rope.