Great Weight.

Universal mouthpiece to all walks of life,

a devious record of all forms of filth.

Infiltrated with beauty.

You can’t forget the damaged or the damned.

The gruesome burden of being the eyes of all,

The ears of many,

the perspective of one.

Succumbing to our knees for something so great

So dampened by melancholy,

looks plentiful.

A feast for all.

How do you call one soul yours to keep when so many see the beauty?

How does one so lackluster,

Dare to stand within something so great.

For seeking the filth you can’t ignore the glorious.

How does one sinful secret keeper try to make themselves pure?

Something beautiful.

Continuously flawed,

Forever damned.

Indefinitely ethereal.

With the eyes of many,

And the ears of some

will always leave a singular perspective.

Nobody is left to perceive their silken sin.