Battle Scars
Carry your sharpened tongue;
prepare to hit your mark.
What's done is never done
when you can see the battle scars.
Finalities imbedded
on every exposed inch of skin.
Veins are somewhat leaded;
weighed down by father-and-son sins.
Inked up marks a-new;
cover rosy, swollen flesh.
A heart dies as you do,
when the marks seen are fresh.
Pebbles drag the torn skin
and it's occupants down to the bottom.
A river of sorrowful has-beens,
who fought so hard but lost them:
A war of colourful patrons;
make-believe cities of beauty.
Removed of blood stained aprons;
replaced with shields of pity.
As mentioned; these are fake.
A has-beens left-behinds...
In a world they couldn't take;
where the seeing scold the blind.
Heart regurgitated in a storm;
the messy has-been wants it back.
Not submitted in the proper form;
there's a list of what is lacked.
These antics won't be seen from afar;
they're only something you can feel.
But as for all the battle scars?
Well, those are undeniably real.
prepare to hit your mark.
What's done is never done
when you can see the battle scars.
Finalities imbedded
on every exposed inch of skin.
Veins are somewhat leaded;
weighed down by father-and-son sins.
Inked up marks a-new;
cover rosy, swollen flesh.
A heart dies as you do,
when the marks seen are fresh.
Pebbles drag the torn skin
and it's occupants down to the bottom.
A river of sorrowful has-beens,
who fought so hard but lost them:
A war of colourful patrons;
make-believe cities of beauty.
Removed of blood stained aprons;
replaced with shields of pity.
As mentioned; these are fake.
A has-beens left-behinds...
In a world they couldn't take;
where the seeing scold the blind.
Heart regurgitated in a storm;
the messy has-been wants it back.
Not submitted in the proper form;
there's a list of what is lacked.
These antics won't be seen from afar;
they're only something you can feel.
But as for all the battle scars?
Well, those are undeniably real.