Crimson Soul

A voice from the distant darkness

is a raging light

to a crimson stained soul

weak from weary of inhuman wraiths 

laughter is like medicine

soothing scars, even the odds

in those moments 

days are no longer years and minutes

are no longer days

never real but always true

life is a multipolar halfway house

living in the now and not yet

hoping for the better days beyond 

aching memories 

the desperation for grace 

satisfied by the gentle soul of another