It knows my name
It’s on my skin
It permeates…
The first sin.
 
In the garden
The apple’s bite
The penetrating look…
The wrathful smite.
 
Known to all
Though not a friend
Once again
This façade I mend.
 
It knows my name
It’s on my skin
This is my shame
It knows my sin.
 
How to escape
I cannot find
A way for me
To flee my mind.
 
I feel as though
I’ve dug this grave
I plummet down
Never to leave.
 
Yet still, I try
To find a way
In hope that I’ll
Succeed one day.
 
Until that day
I shall remain
Deep within
This pit of pain.
 
It has a name
For it is me
I was so foolish
To never see.
 
For it is I
I am the sin
I permeate
I mark your skin.

-Fae
More Than Just a Tinder Girl