Reflection

Did they ever tell you what sin is?
All of it, not just the action.
Its a brief high, then a sharp fall
A slide down a razor blade
That you sometimes can't wait to slide down again...
Its quicksand. False land.
It can look so right but drag you in
Just once more
And once again
Oh, what is sin?
Stealing lying cheat
Or is it just ignoring
What you should have done.
A smile you should have given
Words you weren't brave enough to say.
Or things that you did say
To yourself in your head
Those wicked words wounding deep.
The word sounds like the song of a blade
Is that what it is?
A weapon?
Sin?
Did they ever tell you what sin is?
No?
Maybe that was sin.
Maybe it wasn't.
Did you listen?