Scars

Marks Of a Day we spent Bleeding and Dreaming

Shadowed and Sheltered in Darkness

But the Light Sought us out

Seeing Nothing but the Sweat that broke from our brows

As easily as Tears

And the Wounds, many in Number

Bled, as the light attacked

Yet Again

Filling Me With Hatred

The Kind, No Innocence can Cleanse

Not even yours

As Sacrilegious as Night Follows Day, I stand on the Altar of Doom

My Legacy

And Pull at the strings of time

The Wheels Churn

The Price of Blood Is Paid

And I with you, move on

To something new

Hoping to thwart the light, in some better time

Where day is Night

And Night is Day

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