Sinner

The blood seeps out of the cut
But I do not stop

The tears roll down my cheeks
But I do not wipe them away

The Band Aid lies on my bed
But I do not put it on

The box of Antiseptic Cream sits on my desk
But I do not open it

The door is open
But I do not shut it

The tissue is almost soaked in blood
But I do not get a new one

The phone rings
But I do not answer it

The clock strikes Midnight
But I do not even glace at it

The cold water makes me shiver
But I do not move
I refuse to
Until my sins
Are washed away