The Sinner
~Yumeko's Dream~

She cried blood, instead of tears
Sitting on a crate on the road
Wrists bound so tightly
Afraid to move
She knew that out in the world
So many signs pointed to her
Signs that read "Sinner"
She always kept her eyes downcast
No one knew their color
Still, they would've been frightened
To have her look in their direction
She spoke to herself, she had no friends
And walked to paths alone
She has no destination in which she takes comfort
She has no dreams; they were always beaten down
She knows only what she is
And what everyone thinks of her
The sole fact carved in her skin, in her heart
She is a sinner