Left out in the open

Flesh wounds infected

Flies picking on the blood

No way to turn back now

One option is left

And that is to face the war 

And become a warrior


Bare naked in vulnerability

Flesh and skin

Standing before a choice

That of pursuing a life of sin

Or to be chaste

A choice that has pure meaning 

And can impact


All of the hurts and scars

Opened to a person

Who you think you trust

As your heart feels at peace 

Whilst talking

But you know that it might go wrong

You still do it anyway

And all your regrets become burns inside of you


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