Strawberry Mark

My scars light up on fire,

every time I reminiscence,

of the abyss, I was held captive in.

the mirrors are my liars,

they told me I would never come to win.

The walls are my only,

the listeners in the dark,

of my sighs and my prayers ā€“ holy,

as I begin to remember your strawberry marks.

Iā€™m a prisoner of my universe,

of this glass wall, I have made,

of my soul that is wounded,

of my body ā€“ decayed.

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