A/N: hello all! I wrote this in my free period on Wednesday, but I couldn't publish it until today :) hope you all enjoy it :)


Battle Scar

Etched across your skin, dark and mysterious

Each telling a story, a fable, a tale.

Either sad of joyous, who's tell?

They're all different, no two the same.

Pain, misery, low on the back,

From a knife of words;

Cold, yet fiery, passionate hatred

Inflicted, once.

Like a gun, aiming to kill,

But thwarted, in favour of a wound.

Maybe it was better to die.

The pain would not be so great.

Another created as a memory.

Perhaps of an action,

A reminder of your guilt.

A memento of your fault.

But, perhaps, they are a steroid.

Powering you for what comes next.

Training you;

Strengthening you;

For the next battle.

For there is no victory;

No victory without a few scars.


Opinions? I should have Under Control up in a few days :) x