He wore the smell of blood and death like perfume,
Ice in his veins, fire in his eyes,
Yet you were the only one who could see those scars pierced in his heart and heal them...
He wore the smell of blood and death like perfume,
Ice in his veins, fire in his eyes,
Yet you were the only one who could see those scars pierced in his heart and heal them...
Darkness can be all consuming.
It covers us with its heavy presence, sometimes giving us comfort and a place to hide.
Sometimes it smothers us.
Sometimes the darkness is of our own making and so...