Catharsis

My scars are not of your concern. Who are you to give me Absolution? Should I want it, I wouldn't come to you. Those repenting make no Revolutions, And those longing for flame, they don't Dispute. The Ancient knew the mystery of fear. Oh darling, have you heard about the elves? I'm slowly getting rid from what is Living. I'm sorry, I'm not meant to dust on shelves. My scars are not of your concern. My scars are not of your concern. Catharsis is not meant to burn. My scars are not of your concern. Catharsis is not meant to burn. There is no curtain call. My scars are not of your concern. Catharsis is not meant to burn. There is no curtain call. There is no curtain call. There is no curtain Call. There is no curtain call. There is no Curtain call. My scars are not of your Concern. Catharsis is not meant to burn. There is no curtain call. My scars are not of your concern. Catharsis is not meant to burn. There is no curtain call. There is no curtain call. There is no curtain call. There is no curtain call. There is no curtain call