Sin

Ever seen purity in its truest essence?
No, not the elixir of life,
but the curse
that ranges through time and solace,
a stain that forever retains-
Sin.
Sin is like the valley of thorns
that flowers into a beautiful peace,
a predicament to a time ever stringent,
a pinnacle of all one needs to handle
to reach a place
out of their grasp
but achievable
through the horizon of thorns
and the valley of cries.
Sin is like the solitude you always wanted
but never hoped for,
a desire for power
through the mercy of voices
that stuck in your heart,
in the whisper of tales they tell
and reasons to which you could never rebel.
Sin is like that name you dread for
but never run close to,
an addiction in itself,
but also a cure
for all that you could never grasp.
Pure and pacific,
Sin could be a lot of things,
a bit of anger, some hatred,
a spoon full of reasons
and one part passion.
And even though evil nurtures
in the depths of its reaches,
it’s so vibrant and versatile
that its vanity is never lost
in any vendetta.
Sin is salvation
for the pain
you desire,
for the passion
you felt incomplete about,
for the praise
life didn’t let you have,
for the purity that it brings
in the reigns it destroys
and the realms it forges.