Lovely Sin

I come before myself

And set forth a vision of my memory

I stare into the ghostly reflection

Of one I know nothing of

I raise my hand, and touch her palm

And I look deep into her eyes

The eyes of hollow nothingness

But then the eyes, they go wet

And a puddle of regret and despair

Envelope the vast emptiness

And one drop overflows

And then, there was no more

She stares back. Damnation.

Fear? Somewhere deep within

But too overwhelming to be longer felt

And so she sits.

The cycle repeats in her mind.

Lost in the events of yesterday.

And of tomorrow.

Do we burn our hearts,

like one may burn in hell?

Do we cut our morality,

like one may cut its flesh?

How lovely may sin be

Holy time of hidden ghosts

When monsters are locked away

We release our own.

And you may not feel

the disappointment, the doom

For all you feel is pleasure

But what does she feel?

And what do I?

And which is which?

She craves for more

She enjoys the lovely sin

But I hate it

I despise it

And I and her, we are different

We are two matrices

trapped in one form.

And you..You know not of how I feel..

You may not sympathize.

For all you know, is the foolish happiness

Blinded by lust and lovely sin.

Leave me.

For you know not of how you destruct me.

And never return.

For you know not of how the memory of you burns me.

originally written by,

asha kim

2337

30th August 2010