The In Between

Salvation

The scars on my hands bleed like his.
Except his blood was pure, mine is coated in sin.
It pours out of me and i cannot stop. I cannot breathe.
My own actions engulf me and i become numb.
He stands there and watches. Begging me to stop.
I cannot.
I've become numb and float through the pain i am inflicting on myself.
My wounds become like gashes across my back from the weight i bare.
Suddenly i am hanging in the gallows. Begging for someone to save me.
But i have cursed my confidants name and casts others into seas of grief.
I have stood firm in sinking sand while he was on the rocks.
My heart aching i heaved my last sigh.
I felt my body lower as arms embraced me.
"You came." I whispered looking into his eyes of jewels.
"I never left.." his sincere voice surrounded my soul and i am at peace.