Everything in disarray … the cuts bleeding,
crumpled on the floor,
a beautiful face so distant, weeping.
So weary, so exhausted, broken,
a glass shell shattering into tiny pieces,
Until it is just a dust on the dirty floor
The rain falls, the winds blow
From the east, through to the west
The storm rages, heavy and rough
The skies darken, turning to black,
All of creation trembles, all hope moving,
Further away, slowly disappearing.
Eyes so tired, finally slowly closing,
So gentle, as everything turns to white
And peace overtakes above all else
The warmth engulfs the soul,
Sweeping through every part,
As the little sweet nothings are whispered
The long night comes to an end,
The light begins to rise, morning is here
Another battle is over for now.