Scars of My Actions

My violent reactions
Are scars of my actions
Distant and cruel
Never felt such frustration

How far to go
Cuts across my face
It doesn’t show
No sorrow to erase

Wake up
The flood leaves no trace
Wake up
You’ll get kicked in the face

The words you ignore
Are the ones that hurt
Your stupid mistakes
Are my favourite time

Torn between saints and demons
Your stories are riddles to me
Like separate seasons
There’s no reason to choose

Confusion roams
In the soul of the darkest
Caught in ice
Stuck there for years

Wake up
You’re late