Good night!
I dreadfully feared this phrase.
As it reminded me dark was nigh;

All after years of hiding myself in the quicksand of sin.

Ignoring all chances of redemption and sticking to my old grave plan;

“Live, marry and die”

An experience that led me harms way.

Each night was a time to reflect,
On the pictures that came,

Along with memories that drove me insane.

I doubted every bit of myself in the dark;
Mornings were lit with pretence and all thinking;

“He’s indeed a lovely boy”

Filled with wicked pride,
Scratch opening dead scars and turning them into painful and itchy sores was my occupation;

And like the man from Uz I loved this Job.

This story seemed impossible to end;
Until a book was opened, and a pen was picked,

Writing out every piece of word is joy I can’t explain;

I was found,
By a…

Good night!
I dreadfully feared this phrase.
As it reminded me dark was nigh;

All after years of hiding myself in the quicksand of sin.

Ignoring all chances of redemption and sticking to my old grave plan;

“Live, marry and die”

An experience that led me harms way.

Each night was a time to reflect,
On the pictures that came,

Along with memories that drove me insane.

I doubted every bit of myself in the dark;
Mornings were lit with pretence and all thinking;

“He’s indeed a lovely boy”

Filled with wicked pride,
Scratch opening dead scars and turning them into painful and itchy sores was my occupation;

And like the man from Uz I loved this Job.

This story seemed impossible to end;
Until a book was opened, and a pen was picked,

Writing out every piece of word is joy I can’t explain;

I was found,
By a…