My scars atoned, the dark faded away. To me you looked, a life time of promise fed from a handful of pitiful lies.
The hand that pulled me to shore, is the hand that lead me to my grave. An actress you were, as you read the script of my heart.
These scars stain my skin as the memories never fade, with God as my witness this fight never ends. My sanity is no more as my conscious fades.
— Kei Bland