Sinner on the loose

Heart colder than stone,

skin paler than winter snow,

rigid body without a soul

sinner amidst a freak show.

“Repent, Repent”

you yell at me,

clenching in your hands

an inanimate crucifix.

Mourn my innocence,

cleanse my home

with incense,

purification unachievable.

Haunt me every night,

threaten all you want,

but the murderer runs wild

lurking in your shadow.

Witness of unspoken claims,

put the blame on me,

your legs chained

you cannot run free.

My mind does not know

neither guilt nor fear,

every dagger that you point

ends up deep in your chest.

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