Never sure what to expect.

Never quite aware.

It has been eons and we are still here,

Like nothing ever happened.

With eyes blissfully shut,

We lie

 

And the ritual keeps on.

The soul shines on within,

Yet,

The flesh is wearing thin.

It's crumbling.

 

Where there is no love,

There mustn't be life.

But then,

What is this weird dream I am in?

 

Tell me,

Love,

Is this a sentence for a sin?

 

For certain I have sinned,

If so, for which of many sins, am I in?

 

With eyes painfully shut, I give in.