Look..
Eye to eye...

A new begging,
A new past about to begin...

Rage perching on death itself,
In the form of a dragon...

The sound of fate,
Finding true love...

Over these years,
There’s been so many tears...

So very broken is,
Everything I left here...

Don’t worry this time,
Ill be dead before you get home...

Abomination,
Their creation...

The hatred that was savored for myself,
That induced the scars to appear on my wrists...

The moonlight,
Flares in your eyes...

Watching the sulking sun,
Looking back, slowly sipping rum...

Painstakingly picked the skin from his face,
Obscurity turning me back...