My breathing was shallow,
Lungs barely filled.

My eyes felt half closed,
Not a colour painted upon my world.

Never a smile, nor a smirk.

I forgot the ability.

*** felt like labour.
Unpaid,
I was the worst *******.

My sense of self,
Lost in all of the characters I had created.

Loveless,
His flaw was showing he loved too much.

His skin hardened,
Met only with closed fists.

A lover,
Turned fighter,
With nothing to show for his scars.



- Tré