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