Battle- Scars

Finally, Written For You

Sky is fading,
Memories hazing.

How many to go?
Who the hell knows.

Rolling another and taking a light,
Just one more of many a countless night.

Branded arms and scarred thighs,
Look anywhere but into our eyes.

They say windows to the soul,
I say they go deep into a hole:

Filled with laughs yet more cries,
So many that the Nile runs dry.

In comparison, our lives are out of 'the norm',
Yet, come to think of it... why conform?

You won't say why you pull on a mask,
And I try so hard not to ask.

Reliving the pain is a task that's hard to handle,
And sorry, it's a habit to ramble.

But please, let me know when a hand is needed.
The care for you was something long ago seeded.