Scars:
Like a fresh dewdrop on delicate roses
I am falling
Into love, into darkness,
I see no difference
Somehow one makes the other occur,
Does it not?
You can hurt, you can cry
But its always there
Lurking in the corners of your mind
And slowly melting your heart away
Its no longer broken;
Simply shredded into bloody fragments of memory
Good or bad, no difference
Cut to bleed or cut to kill, no difference
The pain is all the same;
My tears are all the same,
Just cold running down my face,
No release brings sweet numbness.
Will my blade cut through this fog?
Is it you who can save me?
No soloce, no life
I wear my secrets as my scars