The Sinner

One says it is prison

One says it is home

Not sure whom to listen

I shut myself alone

This confinement of mine peculiar

Like a double edged sword

One side to wound my enemy

The other on my throat

Just look at it and tell

You may have a different opinion

For its only human to differ

And see different views

I agree I cannot leave

But my arrival wasn’t forced

I chose here to stay

Without any hesitation

This room of four walls

Without any light breeding window

I lie on the floor and gaze

On the scratches at the ceiling above

These marks that clawed this cement

They send down my spine shivers

The cold floor spikes me

Its pain I have to bear

For Lord I have sinned

And fed on the blood of my dears

I’ve slain people for pleasure

Taken lives just to amuse

I am no mythological creature

Just another ruined power craving human