This is a little poem/lyric that I wrote like at 4:00 in the morning yesterday.
You've grown me up. Sculpted my skin, skin that still has the imprint of your hand. I am uniquely yours.
And for a time I breathed nothing in but you. For a time in my life beauty was about to begin. But I caved in, into my own sin. It was then that there was a new imprint on my skin. One that was uniquely mine.
But the blood that was shed to wash away my sin, the iniquity of all men. The life that was taken so I could be born again. Thorns on your head, nails in your hands left an imprint of my sin on your holy skin. Son of God, son of man the imprint of the nails on your hands has brought me back to life again.
(C) Krystal Celeste