Pinks and Blues...red

the Sin, grows as you fail,
Weaker, susceptible, you give in.

Into the "abyss."
Laughter.

Strength in the weakness?
once.
Now just sin.

It is THEN we long for monotony, crave it?
Inexperience, Insolence, Ignorance,
Idleness.

A true sinner.
Long in the making, long aged.

The sinner sits, they'll see soon enough.

She contemplates redemption, any possible way?
For Them, or her.

Blind, if only. No such fortune, No such strength.
Neither boy nor girl, pure sinner.

A baptism? washes the sin away...
But the mark of a sinner...forever,
inside and out.

No tears, laughter,
The sin remains, it persists and grows
She sinned. It grows,

Where.