Scars

Take a blade of any kind to cut in to my feelings,
Take a shovel to dig deep in to my past,
The way that you have moulded me in a bent and twisted way,
You rival with my feelings,
Why?
To make me pay?
Make me pay for what I ask
What is it that I have done?
To make you hate me so
It must have been all my fault
I can't help it let me go
Free me from the ways you hurt me
Leave me to slip in to the darkness
To slip in to my past.

By Emily.

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Morenwyn's note: my friend done it of Raziel's feeling towards Kain and his
brethren.