Turning Scars Into Stars

He told me about his white death sheet And the dark, dark times of not being heard… I listened to his stories of cutting, blood and scars And told him some of my own… I wanted to wrap myself up with him back then, I wanted to be the one he saw in the mirror When he looked in it and saw himself bleeding… He told me about the locked room Where his past and future were feared dead And I wanted to be in there with him, Be his shadow he felt had betrayed him too, Turn all his sorrow into poetry That gave his soul wings... And all along I knew that he knew That this darkness This despair This anguish Was what brought him here, to this now… He knew that he must embrace chaos To give birth to a dancing star For every scar… No resolve no matter how strong, No line in the sand no matter how long Could survive the love of such a man...