Battle Scars Lyrics Paradise Fears の小説・ストーリー

Betrayal like that cuts a wound deeper than skin. "Why are you suddenly being like this?" I asked, reaching up to touch his face. He was too close, too intense, like his presence alone could unravel me. He wrapped my hand in his, his eyes burning as he gazed down at the scars on my wrist. My heart beat faster. "They believe that people are born again with their scars," he whispered.

I was going insane. But the moment Gavin's hand touched my skin, a primal instinct made me fight back. My hands weakly pushed at his chest, tears streaming from my closed eyes, a terrified, garbled whisper escaping my lips: "No… don't…" "Dorian… save me…" Gavin froze. "Dorian… where is he… I don't want Gavin… save me…"

“Then bear my mark, so the world knows your shame.” She slashed the air and dark, glowing scars appeared across their chests, shaped like rough crescents, burning them with unbearable heat. They squirmed, begging for release. I tried to scream for her to stop, but the words stuck. This wasn't protection, it was punishment. “Go,” she commanded. “And every time you look at those scars, you will remember not to cross me.” Their howls faded into the night, leaving me with the sound of my pounding heart. I fell to my knees, whispering,

I turn it over, I turn it over I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you And it hurts like hell -Cut by Plumb I’m not a stranger No, I am yours With crippled anger And tears that still drip sore A fragile flame aged With misery And when our eyes meet I know you’ll see I do not want to be afraid I do not want to die inside just to breathe in I’m tired of feeling so numb Relief exists I find it when I am cut I may seem crazy Or painfully shy And these scars wouldn’t be so hidden If you would just look me in the eye I feel alone here and cold here Though I don’t want to die But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills i

I took my fingernails and raked them across my own arms, reopening the scars that the layer was trying to heal. The reaction was a Visual Crash. The white quartz floor cracked under the "Ugliness" of my blood. The jasmine-scent turned into the smell of a wet, angry wolf. The melodic song of my voice turned back into a raw, jagged snarl. "I AM THE QUEEN OF THE SCARS!" I shrieked, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my wounds not as a sun, but as a Staining Ink. I didn't strike the Idol with a blade. I Smeared her.

I tear the fabric from her torso, the last remnants of her pride falling away with it. Her battered skin is laid bare, and the scars tell a story I don’t yet understand. Written in pain, in blood. And for a moment, I hate them, the scars. Not because they make me sick, but because they make me feel… something else. Something raw. Something burning deep inside me. I lean in, close enough to feel her breath hitch against my lips. It was hot and quick. "These scars," I hiss. "Are they proof of your lies? Or are they the remnants of your sins?"

She has the right to cover all mirrors and wish that blindness will be granted to her, so that she does not see every day the horror of what she has been through for all these two centuries of her life. He looked up at her, smiling cunningly “These scars testify to your pride, your violence, and your warrior and fighting spirit. These scars are a source of pride for me, because every time I see them, I will remember how much you were able to withstand that damn devil, how brave you were, and stood by his path and not succumb to him.”

“I am not a stranger to the dark…hide away, they say…cause we don’t want your broken parts…I’ve learned to be ashamed of all my scars…run away, they say…no one’ll love you as you are..But, I won’t let them break me down to dust…I know that there’s a place for us…for we are glorious..when the sharpest words wanna cut me down..I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out…I am brave, I am bruised, I am who I’m meant to be…this is me..Look out, cause here I come…and I’m marching on to the beat I drum…I’m not scared to be seen, I make no apologies…this is me…” She grabbed Dylan’s hand and got him to dance with her “…another round of bullets hits my skin…well, fire away, cause today, I won’t let t