Sin

The voices around are loud as mine falls silent like a crime

I sit and wait to do my time

Humming surrounds my head like screaming sirens in the night

Bleeding sand throw my veins

Crying bolts of lightning all in vain

Your ignorance is blinding my positiveness

My legs are concrete blocks preventing me from moving forward

It scares me to see you have no soul in your eyes

Emptiness is a wound for new victims of hatred

The floor is there for everything sacred

Take a knee down and you can see

Anything can be above anybody

Colors flow through my head like honey

Stickiness is pulling my insides up to the top

Reality of having nothing inside is a dead crop

Feed it all like cramps pulses pain hammers

Words fail to explain that true plane ingrained within

Getting along hollow inside is a true sin

Written by Lanis

September 13, 2001