Scars upon scars,
the wounds are too many
Bleeding my lifeblood away.

It is enough, I have lost myself,
slipped through bloodied fingers.

I must turn away,
Inwards, groping in darkness
for me.

I must turn away,
to the end, or the beginning?

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Khepary, in the year 119 MA.