Tracks

Something so pure covered with stains.
A gift from God left with sinister remains.
Footprints of darkness left behind.
Tracks that stay and haunt the mind.
To wash them off a divine hand is needed.
Divinity doesn't interfere to remind the bleeding.
Scars left to force a memory.
Years later still without any purity.
Tattoos of pain and hurt will stay.
Speaking to the world they say what they say.
Throwing the past out in the open.
Wearing your skin like a theme song slogan.
The tracks of dope are preserved for time.
I've come to accept that these are mine.