I see you silhouetted by your shame
For living and loving with your pride.
A heart: a passion; attempting to tame,
But the greatest pleasure derived
From those you defied.

It’s said that humans can only find love this way:
By inventing and placing its own sin.
Although the brooding lips that mock the day
Sink in and brand the skin
Which contains the hating heart within.

They whisper a sweet nothing.
“It doesn’t have to be this way with love.
No voice, no sound from above:
Nothing! For your weaknesses that you demand judgement:
Are merely self-imposed punishments.”

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