Analysis of Sinful

This gaze of truth shows
the lies under the disguise.
I can see
the rats, the snakes, the leeches.
Those around me are
so susceptible to it.

Yet, who am I to judge—
when I’m standing before the jury?

The air I breathe fills
my lungs with ashes;
spreading throughout my body,
it makes me one of them.

Then, a silent storm
with heavy bitter rain
leaving puddles of regret
makes our limbs numb
and fills our minds
with anguish.

In the body, sin is cold,
in the soul, sin burns,

and it perpetuates.