Poem 10

The stories change has started to begin,
My mind drifts like a cloud in the sky.
Eyes search for filth that crawls my skin,
Heart beats so hard but feels so dry.
My reflection just a skeleton of who i am,
Tying best to remove this darkest scar.
Fighting these battles which i must ram,
Catching memories that i place in a jar.
From a all new shell i must be born,
New enemies for which i have to deal.
These pages i write must not be torn,
When book is complete i must seal.