My Sins

Broken bones and Barbecued skin 

Wounds I'm not afraid of 

The eclipse of Joy illuminates our sins 

Sins you never heard of 

Dragged through the clouds 

Like the smoke of a broken plane 

Our sins would echo loud  

Then Shades of our white robes becomes vain 

Tongue lashing by mouthed sepulchers 

With skeletons well hidden 

Windy tree minds of cliche Meddlers 

Loudly clergy but hate driven 

I wasn't prided a conspicuous sinner 

My sins were the only way I stayed happy 

Ripped out of my cover my joy grew thinner 

Strands of smile pulled off my dandy