Truth Be
Told
By A Man
Of Sorrows
Told By
Depression
Told By
Scars
Pawprints
In Blood
On Walls
Filled
With Self
Hate
With Regret
Of Pain
Numbed
Pain
Perfumed
My Past
With
The Undead
Saying
Embrace
My ******
Claws
You Can
And You
Will
~Paris Styron~