I didn’t think scars would appear

when i did that which i am not proud,

the blood brought fourth a sense of fear

as the flesh parted beneath the dark shroud.

I wish i had a way of stopping

when the thought crossed my mind,

but my muscle kept moving

and the flesh continued to unwind.

Happiness does not fill me

as i look back on this night,

only pain and sorrow

with the slightest delight.