-untitled once again-

Dead silence creeping in and out of controll
contorted into screaming pleas of help
that holds in this darkness we call our pain
our sin.
but listen
every so softly in the distance you hear
singing
ringing
loud and clear
you run
but your feet cannot keep up with the rolling floor
as you trip stumble and fall
back into darkness
dragging along this frightful memory of the melodies that were being sang
and as you struggle to find the light you hear them
whispering your name
silence suffocates the room and you find it harder to breath
screaming and running once again feet falling behind
pushing yourself to the breaking point
and you feel it
the warmth
pulling you closer
holding your hand
pulling you away from the ever present dark silence
and you feel him
pouring his love
burning every inch of your body
and mending every scratch cut and bruise upon your beautiful flesh
and he holds you tightly and whispers into your ear once again
just the three soft words a father would say to his child
I. Love. You.