It stings deep like a jagged blade sinking into the bones of the soul.

The shock softens the blow, but the truth remains solid as before. They invaded themselves into your world; unknown.
Emotions, opinions, thoughts, brutally read through the eyes of another who does not understand. Tramples through and simply butchers you; inside.

Trust destroyed in a moment of seconds.

This is for you.

My body is scarred.
It has been for years now.
They are still as fresh as the day they formed.
Each one showing.
How to survive a little longer in the world.

They’re worn daily, just to show you’re alive
Every time you look down.
The scars, those battle scars
Flare up, like diamonds in the light
Showing all dimensions of perfection.
Fresh on the skin.

The human being without scars is a heart without a beat.
It’s our statement piece.
Defining us into being the warrior we must become.
Yet, we wallow in self pity, craving attention.
To heal the wounds.

Our scars stand by us when all else fails.
Showing the darkness behind each soul.
Giving light to a person we thought we knew.
They're all over my face.
Screaming the words; nightmare.
Pleading for pride.

Each sting, like the wasp's fear.
They hurt to remind you they haven't gone.
Never will they settle down beside your soul.
In peace.
Battle scars, those battle scars.
Bleed out, shirek out, wail out for acceptance.
Which is denied by our lives.

Make a soldier out of me, wear my battle scars with courage.
Let them taunt my name in disgust.
They can shine whenever they want too.
But it won't stop me.
Let them be my soul companion for life.
This life is now mine.

I stand proud on top of this limousine.
Its moving; faster than my life.
Poetry explodes out of my lips
“One day I will lay you to rest”

I feel this breeze cures my skin.
It tingles, it stings of bitter memories.
My words feel violent written over my body
In blood, in glory.
“Lay you to rest in my head”

Its twisted around my skull
Constricting the very nature of my soul
But those words, those haunting words
Shine brightly around me.
“Lay. Rest. You. Will.”

It stops.
And I fly. The blur of the world makes it seem broken
Divided by the splinters in my hand
I land; crashing to the ground like a comet; the fire ball in the sky.
“I lay you...”

The eyes of another stare back into mine.
I do not know who you are.
But you have engaged me. I am free from my bounds; my chains.
The cold surrounds me, enclosing me around in my own fortress.
“May I lay you to rest...”

I’ve fallen head over heels.
Crazed into an unknown and different love.
And this time I know.
I know it’s different.
So different; because my heart beats differently now.
Not out of sync. Not out of place. Not beating in pain.
It beats like it was meant too; in rhythm to something that matters.
Into something that might change you.
Into becoming perfect in someone’s eyes.

The beauty of something so real, makes everything seem like diamonds.
All unique; always and endlessly lasting forever.
Communicating sweet gestures and making love seem like a person.
You patiently wait and watch it grow.
Into a gorgeous emotion.
That will never leave your sight.
Because now.
It’s a part of you; a part of your life.

I’ve landed in the arms of someone who makes my bones weak.
But manages to keep me together with simple sentences.
You are stunningly beautiful.
You are everything I could ever want in a person.
You give me butterflies when I see you.
It makes you fall to pieces. Crumbling like your favourite dessert, but still tasting ever-so sweet.
You melt.
But you are still intact; more intact you ever thought you could be.
And you smile, making you feel whole again.
Completing the jig-saw puzzle of your life.

We all dream.
Of a love which will carry us away.
That will make us feel like a fantasy in our own special movie.
And we’ll live happily ever after, regardless of where we are.
Never doubting anything that may come your way.
A love so powerful, that the settings don’t matter.
Only the two of you count.
Time seems so unimportant when you’re together, because you know what makes you grin.
Living your dream, with that one person.
Who makes the day all worth it.

So I’ve fallen head over heels.
Into something I never prepared for.
Into something most people can only dream of.
And in that moment, when you feel the love in your soul.
You are at peace.
Cuddling up to the one who made it all happen.
Thinking... “Thank you, for making my dreams become real”
And they’ll smile, and say “I would never take it back. Your love gets me through the day.”
The psychic bond, of the minds.
And you’ll melt together, like ice-cream on a chocolate cake.
So sweet, so right together, and the moment will last forever.
Like lovers.

It sticks.
Like sticky caramel stuck to chubby fingers.
But there is no innocence in this.
For the caramel can be washed away. This sticks for life.

The flow of blood, manages to struggle up and through.
Attempting to make each crucial part survive.
This virus.  The reluctant virus.
Crawls and creeps alongside it. The shadow that haunts the house.
And it taints everything.
Making every action, consumed by the darkness.

It’s in the moment you realise, that it falls to pieces in your hands.
Like the sand that seeps through your fingers.
Trying desperately grasping to save as much as you can.
Opening your hand to find, tiny specs of sand.
Not the light gold you wish filled your hand.
Not how you planned it in your mind.
The world is against you on this day.

Days in the park, painting by numbers, even dinner nights out.
All attempt to cover what lies beneath the skin.
It works, for hours or so.
Until in the night, lying awake. It hits you.
The undiscovered hole in your heart; grows bigger.
Grows deeper.
Making the darkness thrive.

Lingering like a lost ghost, it’s yours to own.
It will get to know you; know you better than yourself.
Like part of the soul, it twists and turns like vines
Constricting, releasing, tensing, the whole of you.
Controlling you.
Becoming a part of you.
Taking over you.

The control will weaken, and the virus will fade.
In this moment, the battle will commence.
Tame the demon, holding the strings to your sanity.
Fight. Until the will has gone. Until you know.
Enough is enough.
But fight through the weeds, hack and hack away.
See the light, embrace the light.

It sticks.
But not to me.

Spider-man and X-Men.
The complex characters that we see.
Saving their worlds from minor disasters.
Oh the joys of being free.

Trapped by the needs of others so needy.
And the praise they get in return?
A pat on the back or a slap in the face.
The death of the hero, simply begins to burn.

Batman and Ironman.
The billionaires beyond belief.
High class minds disguised in smart business suits.
Living their egos, their dreams, while hiding their grief.

People know there names by heart.
Knowing if in danger, they will come and save their life.
But simple as it sounds, we can never know the heroes path
One only goal they seem to want; ends in ****** strife.

The Flash and Green Lantern.
All our heroes come in different light.
Costume to powers and histories to pasts.
They soon end up consumed by endless fight.

Media creates the false hopes for people everywhere.
Chaos never-ending; the pain never seeming to cease.
Yet we're all struck with the tiniest of hope.
Uniting as one, we form our own release.

Captain America and Superman too.
Every hero has one thing they can share forever.
Its not so complex that people will never know, nor is a mystery of life.
Its simply, no matter who you are, you are a hero, holding people together.

Golden glimpses of what could have been.
The waves on the beach that I have seen.
Silver memories of a forgotten time.
Ancient history of you which is now a crime.

The blue raindrops which freeze in the light.
Music beats which drum with might.
The fists that aid us in our fights.
Humans who appear as to be knights.

The terror's that plague our minds.
The freedom from which is hides.
The changes in who you are.
The distances you have traveled are far.

Speak the words which are on your lips.
Search for the words which are on your fingertips.
Shout the words that I need to hear.
Sadly I know, the truth is what I fear.

Those were the memories drowned in one mistake.
To walk down the lonely lake.
The fire birds call your name loud and clear.
You used to be the one I held dear.

The golden glimpses are now free.
The waves on the break I cannot see.
I know this pain you caused will go in time.
But for all you know I appear to be 'fine'