Scars: Xelicia's confessionIt hurts me to realize that our lives are only filed with tears and blood. The difference that a day and night holds is slowly tearing me apart.
I'm afraid of the day because the sun can reveal my true emotions in my eyes. Because I fear that others will not accept what I truly see in you.
Our family is group of hypocrites that care only for themselves and their benefits. Our parents live to serve others but ignore us. Our friends are those who claim that but do not serve to it. Our company are the men and women of common origin but strong spirits. Our comrades are the people that spill their own blood for others faults.
Our everyday is nothing but pain and suffering. We can only show ourselves on a bloodstained field, gazing at each other from far away. Our walks are on the dried sand that has words of death written all over it. Each time we meet on the battlefield we great to each other whit hatred in our eyes and blades in our hands. We dance with sparks in the air as our swords cla