Sin Eater,
you missed my hearse
and now I'm bound for hell or worse.
I've guilt within this gilded coffin;
feed before I waste and rotten.
How can I fly with frothy wings
deadweighted by life's sordid things?
Sin Eater,
meet me at my grave;
my tender, tainted soul to save!
For Fireblossom Friday at Real Toads
12 comments:
This is absolutely chilling!! Kudos.
Thinking about it that might be the best to at least git rid of the past wrongs so you can start again in this new place. Meanwhile I will start to atone for all my sins starting from today!
Oh, the Great Reckoning. Not looking forward to mine, lol.
The great history of the Sin Eater. This always gave me the shivers hearing tales of them...
Great ode of the day of reckoning
Hell or worse... shudder, there has to be a sin eater. Love this
You know how those civil servants are. He's probably sitting in the donut shop.
Oh, this speaks of last last chances.. very macabre yet with a measure of humour.. irony at least.
Marvellously macabre!
Sin eater ~ one can only hope.
Oh my, the sin eater would be bloated from dining on my errors.
An ode to a tattoo of a curse.
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