Sin Bridge

If I didn't burn these bridges
how would I light
my way forward?

Oh vanity is the enemy
of the entire
human race.

Adam said, "I'll take a taste"
and Eve put that loaded needle
straight into his outstretched arm.
"You asked for it."

And isn't that the way
that it is with sin?
You answer the call,
invite it in,
pour it tea and ask
"Sugar? Or Cream?"

With such subtlety
it lays down to bed you
and with an eager anticipation,
you pull down the sheets.
Come morning, come every corning
from here on out.
you'll know either guilt or
vengeance
or perversion.

Or
if you're quite accustomed to sin -
nothing, nothing at all.
Its when I feel the latter
that I need to wipe the slate clean,
wipe my slate clean -
the one illegible with crowded tales of
deceit writ by
two bloodied hands.

That's when I sneak out of
the bed.
So quiet
(like a snake is quiet)
when sin is sleeping soundly
arm around me or not.

Crawling off, knowing
the path to past must be
obliterated.

Burn! Burn, vanity!
Burn, my former self!
And the road before me
glows from the blaze,
lava orange sky;
my stomach burns like bad liquor
and the voice on the breeze
reminding me:
sin is only a bridge away.