05.10.15-scar

I take chances

I roll dice

scars from bad times

scars  from good times

from

fire fights

from

laying 

me bike

down

from

burying

friends

from 

burying 

lovers

scars you can

see angry raised 

on me 

throat

on me 

arms 

on me 

heart

as I 

take her 

in  my

demonic embrace

she says

cowards don’t have scars

and

gives 

herself to me

scars

on me

soul fade just a little