You don’t know me.
Can’t fix me.
Because I’m no longer broken.
Can you see these scars?
These are the marks of healing,
So many open wounds –
Festering for decades.
Holes in our hearts,
& souls.
You want to fix me?
Nay.
Let me teach you,
The Stoic Monk,
The Harbinger of Ragnarok.
Marks Of Healing.
