The Man
Hello to you.
A man.
You stand there staring.
Your red hair.
Your cross-shaped scar.
Not faults.
Not flaws.
Just memories.
Memories of her.
The girl you once loved.
The girl you murdered.
The girl who loved you.
The girl who died for you.
The girl you lost.
The one you buaried.
The world you left behind.
Memories of a war torn world
Memories you'll never lose
You'll never forget
The pain that will haunt you
That you'll carry along
And weep inside
The pain you caused
The world you made
You,
A man
And on ly 28
You lost it all