In a cold passion,
I picture your face -
A ring of yellow carnations
Like the sun, so desirable
In its vicious brilliance,
Took all sight from my eyes.

“For God did not appoint us to suffer wrath but to receive salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ.” (1 Thessalonians 5:9 NIV)

We could only die.
That is all we could do.
Let ourselves be burnt
to the sound of roaring flames.

He loved us so much,
that when He saw the tongues of fire
that sputtered by our feet
and bit at our own ankles
and knew that we could only die in the flames.
He burned himself
with the hope we’d all escape,
but never the guarantee.

spinning away from my own reality
an out of body experience
I am trapped in skin
slamming against the walls
I suffocate in layers of flesh
gnashing, bone against bone
crumbling to dust.

hair falls down the drain
as my tears find themselves
inconspicuously riding among the
streams of heat.

I slide down the cold plastic
a scolding reminder of reality

grounding myself

watching the steam create drops
a mind eager to escape confines

It is time for her to drown
into the abyss of darkness.
An emotional breakdown;
The salty taste of bleakness.

She must swim across her
Sea of subconscious
And though her soul may stir,
I will fulfill my promise.
The darkness has deep depth.
Even in the dark, I’m here.
I’ll blow the breath of strength,
to face your inner fear.
So that you’ll reach the shore
And cherish me-
Your Saviour!

They say I should go to church,
Sit myself down and give my soul a search.
Find out my true worth,
The reason I'm still here on Earth.
Wash my hands of all the dirt,
Stow away the pain and hurt.
Start a new life: one I've never had,
Be a part of this never-ending fad.
Pray the Lord my soul to keep,
The soul my demons won't fail to reap.
Eternally tortured,
Risen from the forbidden orchard.
Merely a bad seed,
No man would ever need.
Some days I see the rain,
Some days I see the sun.
Never feeling satisfied,
With my blessings I should feel gratified.
In the rows of flowers; between far and few,
Shaded by darkness; the shadows under pews.
The light doesn't reach me,
The rays may never teach me.
I'm losing hope,
Slipping from faith's rope.
On my way down I grasp the last knot,
Holding on tightly to the only thing I've got.
Be my saviour, my guiding prayer,
Don't let me go; to you, my heart will bare.

She is the ocean
Between two warring islands
Not involved in the conflict, yet
Most of the gunfire hit the water
Belongs to both, yet
Neither shall pick up the white flag
To save the ocean from drowning herself
Polluted and corrupted, yet
The perceived saviours are really just pirates
On little boats, but who dares cross the sea.
Can't you see that she's damaged enough?
Real saviours offer no solution,
Offer no ignorant reaffirmations of
It'll all be fine, because
They know that forcing the sunlight onto the sea
Will only burn her, yet
A slow shed of light shall warm her.
I am the ocean
Between two warring islands.
And my soul is lost at sea.

An angel sent to save my soul
A prominent part that makes me whole
A guiding light that guides me right
Meeting such a dutiful heart; I am delight
Her beautiful face surpass the sight
Her wisdom-rate; I can't describe
She impact in every world
She protects and guides with heavy word
She understands it all; words unspoken
She mends and heals the heart that's broken
She's my messiah that was fore-told to be coming
A saviour to the fallen
What would the world’ve being
Without people like this
HER WORDs BRING RELIEF TO THE HEART
She's the superwoman sent to save my earth
She was a thing every real man in the universe wanted
A thought that saved me from being haunted
By the monster of a lifetime; impaired with loneliness
A gorgeous illusion which gave me some happiness

A true story about a woman I love more than anything in the world.
...
The morning brings fresh waves of pain and truth. An agony burned into her skin as surely as the memory of the blanket which moved away from her small body.

Oh the shame.  The awful pain and knowledge that her once beautiful, determined, hazel eyesnowheld only the cold aftermath of betrayal and corruption.

Memories are a powerful awakening.
The night.  The terror.  The hopes of the future. Dreaming only of the delights of school and friends... then darkness of sleep.

Good dreams.  Good thoughts.  Then half awakened.  The sliding of the sheets.  The removal of outer garments.

She is awake now. Looking into his face.  A face she knows and loves.  But why?  There is a look she has never known before.  An urgent look this 7 year old girl will never understand.

Then hands moving.  Breath seeping like poisonous fumes into her nostrils and mouth. Hands touching.  Groping. Penetrating.

Then a voice.  She opens her eyes and sees a saviour.  Pulling this creature off her.

But too late. Too late. Her body is saved. No longer hurting.  No longer with a burning scent invading her senses.

But her mind is lost. Her beautiful mind full of the potential of innocence.  Stolen away at the hands of a lust filled beast.

A light taken from the world.