i lean to my length
and loneliness smirks
i feel a bit lighter now
left the world uncovered, unconquered
It hit me hard, hard on my head
And left a rotten scar there
and pained till it grew uglier
left me dead... jesus i wanted to be dead
to see the light beneath the dark
And i can't touch my scar
even there is no pain now
my fingers dont hurt my eyes anymore
and i want to be blind for it to be darker
grave suits me more
than those earthly treasures
loneliness brings a releif
and lightness takes away the grief
no more gloomy days nor night
the rotten scar shines off
and I can't be anything but grateful
Thankful; it got me rid of myself
my rubbish clot self.
god give me one more rotten scar
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