The darkest of souls

have the brightest of scars.

Black as coal

dwelling in their mar.


Writing their pains

while choking on their cries,

revealing their brains

through poems for your eyes.


The darkest of souls

have the brightest of scars.

Black as coal

burning like stars.


Creating these arts

while surviving their hell,

gluing their broken hearts

by rhyming to a fare thee well.


The darkest of souls

have the brightest of scars.

Black as coal

poetry is their superpower.