Scars, they line my skin like the embroidery upon a pale piece of linen,

Scars, they run deep and shine bright upon my back as the damaged flesh absorbs the light,

Scars, they are like the lines on a road marking the boundaries between lanes, only these boundaries represent those between sanity and insanity,

Scars, they are cold to touch yet a fire burns deep within still blazing from the day the icy metal blade sliced my flesh like a steak and spilt blood as if it were water from a tap,

Scars, they tingle sometimes as if the demons of my heart from times past dance upon them as they burn the ground that is my flesh with the heat that travels to there feet from their hatred filled hearts,

Scars, they may fade, maybe even disappear but the memories will never leave my mind, they create the deepest scars of all, they will never fade,