I was lost...
My hands, callused and blistered with endurance of hardships and perfidy.
My feet, bloody with the quintessence of demise and devastation.
My body, worn out with the systematic drills of chaos.
My mind, driven to the periphery to what we call true maddness.
My lips, poisoned with the speech of sorrows.
My eyes, swollen shut to atrocious shadows unknown.
And my heart, vacant with only anole silence.
No pulse, no passion, no pure emotion.
I am lost...
My actons are not of my will
Flowing to one distress after another
To search, to find
Maybe...
Only...
One...

There...
Right over...
By the light...
I perceive...
Her hands, has the untainted feel of ease and cleanse.
Her feet, splashed with a fragrance of vivacity and preservation.
Her body, rich in a diffrent flow of order.
Her mind, a vast valley of wisdom.
Her lips, speak a cure to razed ears.
Her eyes, filled with swirling lights of praise.
And her heart, beating with the drums of grace.
Only with pulse, passion, and pure emotion.
I've been found...
She was giving...
She helped me find the light...
She is my...
Sanctuary.

 
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