First I sit in darkness for a while.

The rushing thoughts force me to smile.

Next I turn to lock the door,

then drive my knees to the wooden floor.

I retrieve my trusty 3 foot cord,

from beneath the old wooden floorboard.

Remove my shirt, and reveal the lines,

that have been there for quite some time.

Drive my nails into my stomach and bleed,

as I say, “That’s for Love, and greed,”

I take punishment for all of the sins within me.

I whisper to the darkness “and for envy.”

I remove from my abs, two feral claws,

Which continually thrash me until tears fall.

“Forgive me, no one, for I have sinned”,

I say, readying myself for the end.

I receive physical pain, for emotional pain I hold,

But it must be dealt one-hundredfold.

Blood spills from my nose and mouth for a while,

and yet, through blood stained teeth, I smile.

I tighten my grip on my 3 foot whip.

If my parents ever found out they’d flip.

I get one hundred lashes for every crime on my heart,

Love, envy, greed, jealousy. That’s 400 to start.

I bear a raw and tender back when I’m done,

Who knew that 1700 lashes was fun?

As one last torture, I lie on my back to sleep,

and I think up new sins to commit next week.