-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.