Scars

Every scar runs deeper than the skin, Every scar has a story. It may be nerves running thin Or a battle from within. The days last long, Longer than they should And the scars never heal, The scars never heal. They hold secrets Only known by those who made them Like the anger that consumes Not flesh, but the soul. Nothing suppresses the fear of death Except knowing you can control it. The days last long, Longer than they should And the scars never heal, The scars never heal. As you age the scars only multiply Consuming wholly the flesh they cover, As well as the soul that is you You become weaker every time a new scar is created Every scar becomes a trophy. The pain becomes pleasure And it no longer hurts The days last long Longer than they should And the scars never heal, The scars never heal, The scars become you.