REDEEMED

They said once the darkness got the precious taste of light, it will become greedy and addicted. Stop wasn't under it's conscience.There was this time when a word is a song. A word is an expression. Leaving me in  the darkness, please do not. The words that scattered all over the places. I picked it up, forming a sentence of a prayer. A prayer to keep out my fear, my sins. Once the light fade out, the sinners crawl looking for light of hopes. Some beg, self-hurting, hoping the saints to hear them out. Once an open hand being held out, the lights of hopes will be enlighten. A child, whom to be so happy, from time to time turned dolor. A heart that was touched by a spark of darkness. I dreamed a life, so did everyone else. Yet, life decided to take away my dreams. Life cursed my name, putting me in between bad and good. Still, i love living. Life played a game. Involving me but played dirty to see me crumbled. Got a tattoo in my heart, guess what word it is. I feel my way through the darkness, light was never there. Lend me a hand. The saint hand. To cleanse my bad omen. Wolverine can heal his wounds but never his broken heart. How to perform a better show if you do not have talents. Being a needy person, seems so wrong, crawling on to the saints's foot, hoping and begging for help. Too tired to be the slaves of your own sins, haunted by your unwise actions, distracted by inhuman thoughts. Stitching my wounds, stitching my prayers so that it would look perfect. Brushing off all the dirt so it looked decent and innocent. To present to God All Mighty, but failed. A help of saint, O please I begged. Sing me a lullaby full with serenity and clarity. So I won't be having nightmares. A lullaby from the saint. Becoming a slave of your own, a slave without master but only to your Creator. Ashamed. Miserable how I pictured me. You see right through me. But I don't. Hear my prayers, as I am now not as I am before. Prostration i will keep up on doing. Hear me O my Lord. I was never ready, will never be. Feed my soul with your blessings. Feed my soul things that I am too weak to do. Lend me the hand of saints to show me what is it like to feel You and be at ease. Provide me strengths as I clings towards their helps, give me faith onto believe in myself. I never get to clean up the messes that I've made. Losing is what I fear. Family, friends, faiths, my soul, You.