Scar tissue...

Like a bullet piercing through my skin, and penetrating my body,
Leaving an unremovable scar that stain and violate my purity.
This time round the wound is deep.
The tissues around the heart are beyond repair.
The damage has been done and there is no cure, only time will heal.
I can't help but feel suffocated. Is it asking for too much?
The pain is unbearable, but I'll live through it, like I always did.
Nonetheless, it still hurts and I feel sick.
It is amazing how much pleasure and pain a person can actually bring.

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea, swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis. But that's just the price I pay, destiny is calling me... (quoted from the song Mr Brightside by The Killers)