the need to adapt.
into reality
a creation - made up
between those walls
of granted pain.

to feel worthy
inside this world
full of sharp claws,

they are
r  e   a   c    h     i      n      g        o        u        t
for your inner child
who lives
in your mind's cave

s c  r  a  t  c  h   i  n  g  
the pure surface
of your young blood
that once was brave.

admire those scars
a permanent sign
of your soul's fight.
take it.

remember.
to convert it
to the outside
and make it
your own guide
who will  L I G H T

the path through their vicious hands
they will poke
they will drain
the spark in your sight.