sinking slowly in troubled waters,
soft current tugging persistently
on hands muddied by the sins of yesterday,
softening hardened heart until clean
washing away scars left by falling crystal tears
renew this soul as it takes a fall
into your cold, cold embrace
strip away the aches and pains
with your scalding iciness that burns
leave nothing but innocence lost
and give birth to a new soul.

-The Elusive Scribe 101013-