The pain turns to pleasure
And fills that empty void
The scars remind me of who I am
Cleansing the anguish
A bloodletting of sorts
The scars lend thoughts of better days
Tattered veins they flow
A river of hatred and pain
The scars bring change
Evils of the flesh
Released through the wounds
The scars offer relief
Bittersweet the feeling
A momentary sense of solace
The scars are a reflection of myself
