The world has tried to hold me down,

Chain me to the floor,

The tendrils of their lies try to suffocate,

What I have left of a soul.

I'm tired of running from them,

My legs can run no farther

I know only running and hurt,

And darkness,

Suffocating darkness,

Nothing to live for.

On no, here they come.

They wrap their wispy tendrils around me,

I struggle, but they bind me.

They cover me.

There is only darkness,

Suffocating darkness,

And pain,

Blinding pain.

Then a light,

A small speck of hope in the darkness,

A breath of fresh air to my dying soul.

Their tendrils cannot withstand you,

You pull them away from me

You pick me up gently, and hold me.

Safe,

So safe,

Light,

So much light,

And warmth,

Beautiful warmth.

It engulfs me,

Me, in my dark world with my dark soul,

With its' loving warmth.

But how,

How could such warmth love me?

How could you love me?

For I have done nothing to deserve it.

My dark deeds still haunt me,

I have hurt many in this world, even you.

Yet you love me?

Why?