Beautiful Scars

Deep crimson splatters of passion, Joyful misery spread across my mind Bloody sacrifice without compassion Silent soft wails from behind The winsome marks of a rose Shone with agony and demise; But it was that wishful desire we chose We fall, we desert, we rise! We rise like the burning sun, Clenching our bloodstained fists Rewinding back onto the incessant run, Departing from wounds on my feet and wrists Those blazing burns that fate brought upon, Are the memories of forgotten forlorn