Nameless Sin

She was a fragile verse

Beauty became a curse

Dressed up in distain

Perfume with the scent of pain

Eyes gave off the feeling of annoyed

Searching for something to fill her void

Stitched down and framed

Gone without a name

She was more then I could see

She bled through and colored me

Such a victim to terrorize

And a feeling I can’t recognize

But the fateful conclusion

Is that she is an illusion

She is a picture that was never painted

Trapped in a mind forever tainted

She is a master and a slave

Born into her own grave

She carries my torment

Her reality left bent

She is my built up sin

Breathing underneath my skin

My one pure flaw

And my memories law

My wrong and my right

Morning and my night

A captive without a choice

My inner voice

But the sadden conclusion

Is that she is an illusion

 

 

Reviews

[Katie L]

this is beautifully written and your a great writer, and i love this poem

[Ebb and Flow]

This is beautifully tragic. I love these lines:
"My one pure flaw
And my memories law
My wrong and my right
Mourning and my night"
It's just simply amazing.