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.