The ache in my heart, burning to the soul, melting the ice that surrounds the holes, of wounds, cuts, and scars that had been there a many year, gently drawing bitterness and self-loathing down into the shear, core of my being, trying to corrupt my mind, turning it sour and full of perversion, until I could find, the One Man that saves all through blood and love, cleaning those that are dirty, healing the cove of a soul in despair, travailing over things that should have been, leaving a fire in the place where of the bin, of the heart of one in love and burning, with passion for the One that is always turning
Darkness into Light