A letter written in flesh, sealed with a kiss of pain.
A stolen piece of a soul, a history etched into my skin.
A troubled past?
A triumphant survival?
A burning reminder, an ugly memory.
A bleeding parable, a fiery fable.
An ancient rival?
A continuing arrival?
A train-track in the skin, the destination within.
A mark of revenge, a dish served cold.
A soul on hold?
A heart forever cold?
These stories remain until you grow old.