Saint or Sinner?

My demons surround me.
Clouding my mind
And controlling my thoughts.
They take my heart into
Their hands and twist it
And shape it to their liking.
Breaking and rebreaking it
Over and over again.
Keeping me perpetually afraid
Of love.

You see,
The dark is what I’m used to.
I’m not afraid of its grip on me.
Because I’ve lived in its arms
For so long.

It covers me like a warm blanket,
Offering comfort from the pain.
I can cower away in its bleakness.
Hide my face from a world
That no longer searches for my name.

But I heard a voice call out
From the void.
A voice I’ve known
My whole life.
The voice of my future and my past.
A voice that sounded like
Salvation.

You look like them, though.
My Demons that is.
All razor-sharp teeth
And shadowy features.
With a smile that could
Reform a glacier.

You could be my glass of freedom
For this thirsty body.
One that I could drink
Down in one gulp
And not spill a drop.

Or you could be poison.

Either way,
I crave you.
I crave you in the way
That the Earth needs the Sun.
In the way that the oceans need
The Moon.

I dare say that I love you.

I love you in the way that
Orpheus loved Eurydice.
And perhaps we’ll walk hand
In hand out of the depths of Hell
And ascend into the stories together.

Tragedy may unfold.
Heartache may follow.
But you have broken my chains.
Unloosened the hold that the dark
Has on me.
You could be my destiny.

But are you a Saint or a Sinner?

I haven’t decided which one.

~KVP
Art: Skull Heads