Beauty, and the beast, beast and the beauty…

Beauty and the beast, beast and the beauty. Truly a miraculous story, and God gets all the Glory

Bloodthirtsy out to soak my skin caverness deep with alcolohics rage body numbing, and dumb to no end

The monster in me unleashed with each sip, turning green with anger I pour more making sure every one knows my wrath, savage bent

Needed not wanted oozing from within, my tongue dripping with lies my eyes hidden with my mask of flask. Camouflaged with the bottle

My tears not pure, just self loathe. Coated from head to toe toxic blow. My liver hurt. Yet my heart was dead. Feed me more, even the score

Sadistic creating my own self demise. Twisted and calculated my breath lost respect with every word spoken. I was blind, deaf, and dumb

Wake for the sake of alcohols pour, wanting to end my suffering. Just a buffer to make it through the days. Yet my own shaky hand held the knife. Shed my blood of my own self pity. Dripping with hate

Savage I am no more. God woke me from my drunken quake. He directed me to lit path of truth. He washed me in a grace filled basin. Splashes of grace, mercy, and love. Dunked me until all the filth washed clear, and I could look within a mirror

Beast turned to beauty. Savage to warmth. God saved my ravenous poisoned soul. Made me ravenous for harvest plentiful in only Him. Had me drinking of the holy water, and called me into him as His daughter

Saved from savage, put down my knife. Broke the bottle, and my spirit poured out new

Beauty and the beast. Beast and the beauty. Truly a miraculous story…

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