Dear past self, I can still remember each battle you ever fought.
The flickering memories of the scars branded across your skin
and the lessons beaten into you until they were properly taught,
torment me late into the night until my blood is pumping thin.

I'm sorry present self but I can still hear echos of a distant song,
the one we danced to everyday as we watched the sun descend.
So before I cover my face again with this mask and dance along,
I just wanted to say, **it's nice to see you Darkness my old friend...