Just A Poem. (:

"The Silvers Tempting Gleam."

It's another night.
Filled with one more pointless fight.
She glances at a razor.
Then a long look at a temporary unsaving savior.
The silver gleam dances in her eyes.
Inside she begins to scream.
Is there light in all my darkness?
Can there be anything white, pure and untouched?
Will it ever be found?
Or always remain bound?
Holding the steel against her skin.
Thinking that this battle she cannot win.
Cutting herself, leaving red in it's wake.
Scars on her arms and her battered heart.
Collapsing on the ground.
The shattered parts are all around.
Letting her sorrow soak it's way into her mind.
Screaming in shame.
Is there light in all my darkness?
Can there be anything white, pure and untouched?
Will it ever be found?
Or always remain bound?
One day she'll be found.
And picked up off the bare and dirty ground.
Finally made clean.
The silver won't have it's tempting gleam.
Healed by His blood, and her own faith.
Through His precious grace.
There is light in all my darkness.
There can be white, I am pure and untouched.
It's been found.
And I'm no longer bound.