Darkness overwhelms me
memories returning, unbidden, unwanted
a fractured recollection haunting
a facade of perfection.
I fight their return
barely surviving a casualrty
of my own hidden war.

Lines if blood pattern my skin
scars forming, a testament
of battles lost
Darkest desires taunt me
Release me, free my pulse
In one quick release, I strive
I fight not to go too deep.

Death awaits me there,
the darkest angel, the sweetest angel,
Beckons, begs for me to follow.
I refuse his advances, wanting yet to live
To survive this pain, to redefine my innocence
To face my tormentors,
to face my brothers, one last battle
To prove once more that family
is made of thicker things then blood.