When I was yet a sinner still bound in the shadows...
Darkness made of
shadows
melting to a pool
of bleeding ink.
Thick and cold
sinking, drowning, icy cold.
Everything I am,
but will not be.
Fear
Anger
Hatred
Doubt
and mistaken Pride.
Everywhere I try to hide,
even though it's weaker
than a single spark of light.
"And this is the judgment: the light has come into the world, and people loved the darkness rather than the light because their works were evil. For everyone who does wicked things hates the light and does not come to the light, lest his works should be exposed. But whoever does what is true comes to the light, so that it may be clearly seen that his works have been carried out in God."
~ John 3:19-21
