RinWasAlone

Crimson Crimson dripping Leaking down my pale flesh I pressed the bottle against my skin and filled it up with all of my sin Can’t you hear it? Drip Drip DRIP Crimson… leaking… dripping… dropping… falling… That beautiful taste as I press my tongue against the open wounds and drink the pain Impurity Impurity It dominates my body… suffocating me in my beloved memories, emotions… So across my skin the knife would open portals and let it out What else could it do? It’s only a knife What else could it do in my twisted grasp? My fingers ordering it to remove my sin Begging it t

In the brief moments that his warmth left my body I became ice, the cold that overwhelmed me was like an ice age. Not even the hottest volcano could melt me. The only warmth that would ever reach me again was his. I would be water in his hands. In his touch. The embrace surrounding me, the hands holding me, this gentle man.. this amazing man… was all I could ever need for warmth. Without his arms to hold me I would of fallen upon the blade that is; life. I would have been nothing. He has.. crafted me.. softly and patiently; he has bandaged my scars, he has taken the terrified child I once was, and he has made me brave, I’ve become