I’ve seen nothing but suffering.
I’ve tasted nothing but sin.
I am the bearer of burdens,
the keeper of your secrets.
These things you’ve kept inside,
those things that creep up,
perched upon the edge of your mind,
they haunt me.
You spend your whole life pushing them back,
repressed to the confines of your ‘conscience’.
You reveal them to me,
these secrets within you,
never dormant,
with one touch.
These secrets become mine,
the actions,
the colors,
the sounds,
the thoughts.
Your sins are mine.
