Literature
Scars
Scars...scars..scars,
Stars...stars...stars.
Place that blade,
A red shade.
Wounds of the past,
Make it last!
This dark sensation of pain,
Is it making me weak or strong to gain?
Is loneliness a real friend?
Does it actually end?
Cold skin,
Cold skin.
Boiling blood,
An interesting flood.
Paint it red,
What an interesting dread.
Watch me fall,
And watch me crawl.
Am I dead?
There is nothing left to be said.
A monster you want?
A monster you will see.