Wounds

Although the wound

Separate us

The bloodlines

Still crawling

And loafing around

Like a stray being

Only the love

That moisturized underneath my sinned soul

By chance helps me

Seeking for happiness and life full of magic

Even my heart

Demanding me to conceal this suffering

Such as this ‘creature’

That being haunting me with horror and pain

It can’t withdraw our strong and tight bonds

Not even the chronic one

I have to be mature and judicious

There are people

That sickness tramples their loyalty

With difficulty

Through tarnishing their freedom

Vanishing their futures

I have to be strong

Massively strong

In order to stand high

And survive this temporary dimension

written on 31st August 2007 by Cicatrix

for the beautiful memory that will ever last forever