(I didn't feel inspired to write about a sin, until now. Can you tell me which one? Should be easy. Also, this piece is dedicated to my love interest, Sarah. Enjoy!)

Like a blood red apple hard to swallow because it tastes so divine
Another thought that will have to wait until its passing time
I can not slip into the ease of casualty, this mask is mine
A grinning signature concealing all that I’ve left behind

Can you feel the passion seeping through the cracks, so untold
The pressure burning up inside to show what’s real, but it’s no longer
A matter of centrifuge, a matter of complacency
It’s about holding all the faces in a game that’s never ending

This distortion still continues on, from a child to a passerby
Speaking through closed windows, watching but not saying why
Feeling like a scarecrow stuck inside a wishing well
Leaving thoughts to all the heroes, but I’ll never ever tell

Some say it’s a sin, some say it will make you strong
Is my silence is a wasted moment or will it help me get along
I would like to find the complements surface in this sea
Of hidden consciousness before it devours me