The Nature of Sin

If
I must
Tell you this,
Then
I must not
Let you
Live.

For
You would
Have known me
Well.
And my sins
You would
Love

If
I were
To keep mum
Then,
I could choose
To tell
You

That
I was
Once a child,
Free
To wake your
Nameless
Face.

But
That was
Before I
Grew.
There’s more now.
There’s rot
here.

Leonell