scars are reminders
of all the hurt and pain
the injuries gained
by all the heartbreak
every hit I take
stored up tight
inside I hide
my deepest cuts
they can’t be touched
they are in the soul
millions of torn holes
in my heart
there’s a cracked part
the emptiness grows and spreads
if I’m consumed I’ll be dead
my head spinning
I hear the reaper calling
seductively sweet
he sweeps me off my feet
off we go
leaving my body cold
