I got scars deeper than your mind
So deep you can fall in them
So charming they infatuate you
So troubling they transfix you
So bizarre you soul search them
"Who put these deep scars here?"
You think if you look hard enough
You just might find clues of they're origin
How they came to exist in this world
Scars that deep don't just pop up, right?
"Why must they cover my body though?"
They're too deep to be overlooked
Too abstract to go unnoticed
Too cold for me to not feel
Too painful for me to forget
"Am I who created these skin drawings?"
Are these murals of my heart and soul on a wall of flesh
Does it even matter?!
Try to remember its rude to stare.