DeniFrost

A black mist before, And you kept me in your ironclad grip even though there was nothing to salvage. I feared freedom would never arrive, never save me from that dark pool. Someone more exalted, wiser in all aspects and a far more experienced innocent than you came to reach a glowing white hand of redemption out to me when I had almost suffocated under the premise that you would someday return to the way you were. Once out of the mist, I saw what was concealed Behind the facade I clung to for far too long. A demon, not a clever one, One that did not know enough to keep up the charade, but knew enough to keep me t