Taking into account the time it took to nurture these scars
only a few afflicted herself
her favourite knife; she made it in class when she was 14
Wrapping up the years as the memories are shelved
the wrong medication
wiped her storage unit forever; she can't hold onto you
Moving like a reptile through the crowd in her black
this she has chosen well
leather or fake; as long as it feels just like wearing a tank
Decorating the walls with art that would spin your mind
every portrait piercing hard
the dragons soaring; the lines as cold as the winter night
Vanishing back into the tapestry of her warm embers
where none can reach
waiting for hope; waiting for the next battle to be fought