Scars from the past.
Runs across the present,
Perhaps future.
Trying so hard to erase the scar.
But it seemed absolutely futile.
Reminding me of my dark past.
Oh, it may seem like the victory of my battle fought in the past,
But the battle was never victorious.

The dark, calling out to me.
My heart, drawing up to it.
Sinking into the dark,
A melancholy of pain, is heard.
Trying...