My scars are like evidence
Being mailed to the judge
Inside I quietly bleed
Love like blood

Born with a scorpions touch
Where the darkness rests
Only the dead know my name
At night I am warmest

There is an evil inside
The one who died twice
How many people do I have to kill,
Before you see how I feel?

All covered in blood
And dressed like a whore
From a screaming grave I rise
When the reaper calls

© Alyce Freeman