-A Beautiful Sin-

Who says that lying is a sin?

I am no sinner, no murderer, thief or drunk,

Yet every time my pen glides over paper

It stains the purity with black and blue bruises.

As I transcribe fake thoughts

And the feelings of imagined beings,

I am in turn exposing myself as a big fat liar.

I am building sandcastles in an imagined world.

Each one a lie, ready for the world to stomp on.

And I could care less how many castles fall.

Because I say

Lies can be beautiful,

And lies can tell the truth

When nothing else can.