They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder-
But alone, I sit here, forced to ponder-
The thought that things may never again be-
The way they were before I could see-My eyes, while blackened and swollen closed-
See more clearly all that is exposed-
While it's my wrists that bare these visible scars-
It's my soul that's been beaten and trapped behind bars-I guess without pain you really can't live-
But it was only a matter of time before something had to give-
Now with a dash of color mixed with everyday tragedy-
This creation is born and that's alittle About me-
~Dr. Noose
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