What am I?

A fruitful comrade?

A terrible lie?

And if so, how bad?

I lie awake at night,

Lost in thought,

Troubled by fright,

My stomach in a knot,

Because,

If we are all unjustified

Destined to hell

Blossomed in pride,

With our breasts full of swell,

Swelling with sin

Sin which we nurture 

Sin which we bath in

Sin which is our future

Sin which is our past

Sin which we are

Without a glance downcast

Thinking we will travel so far

Only to stay put

And die young 

Under someone's else's foot

Still with a double tongue.

 

So I lie to me

You lie to you.

Sins spread feathery 

And feelings deepened blue.

We are sin

We are lies

We are thick skinned 

We are goodbyes

We are destined to hell

In which we already live

With our lies in which we dwell

Forgetting how to forgive.

 

So

Goodnight 

And sleep tight.

Good luck 

And stay unstuck.