Life and cigarette are similar as life goes on our light slowly burns out inching closer to the end as my cigarette burns but we don’t need to let our light go out as life yes is hard but there’s always a burning passion in people as life burns as my cigarette. As the flame gets closer and closer to my fingers I get ready to spark up another one

I can’t help but find myself thinking of old memories with her and the new scars from you I’d take it all back but I can’t control the old memories and new scars

Bit by bit my mask is slowly being broken and shattered at every turn but alas there are moments when I feel my mask being repaired because of others I care for but sadly this mask of mine still shatters

The battle of heart and mind is often one we lose it’s the one fight we can’t run from but yet alas it’s the hardest. It leaves the biggest scars and the deepest wounds. Wounds and scars that can’t heal

An old soldier alone. Just his haunting memories. Old scars and new. The old soldier only wants a rest but the fight goes on. The old soldier is ready for the end

Her eyes are as if it’s a new world. Her eye’s glistening bright as stars. Her eyes are full of pure wonder yet has beautiful scars. Scars that only make that galaxy shine brighter the stars simmer light the moon light on water