Temptation crawls on my skin, alighting it with the memories of my past. It lingers, even when I brush it off with a brusque hand, it remains, the ever present itch that leads me to scratch until my skin bleeds raw.

The Darkness that swallows the light of my soul until the gasps of life force open its mouth, releasing my decaying form. It eats at me until i'm barely there, letting the pain of regret sting at my wounds for the rest of my days.

I am a shell of my once vibrant existence when it takes hold of me. Behind my eyes Dead with the knowledge of temptation’s inevitable ravishing.

I stare at the mirror in front of me, And the girl has tears in her eyes. She has lost the battle with temptation.

But her Savior cups her cheek, and reassures her with his forgiving presence. The mercy of his love washes over her And her red, scarred skin is draped in a blanket of Pure white. She knows she is safe.