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.