Marks Upon My Skin

Marks upon my skin, branded into my heart. The names of my parents written in fire upon my skin. This is a powerful magick opening my eyes. Pain, fueled by Rage and Sorrow course through me causing the veil to be ripped aside.

“Holy Fuck! How did I not see this before?”

How did I not see the pain and suffering around me, not only in peoples faces but in the land itself? With my new eyes, I can, just by looking closely, see the cracks in people’s facades. I see the lines of anguish desperately covered with toothy false smiles.

My death runes have propelled me through a doorway that I can not close. They have jumped my being to a new frequency. I am permanently tuned to see and hear the suffering in the world around me. It resonates with my heart, pain singing out to pain.

Closing my eyes does not help. I can see the glow of pain even brighter in my mind. Uncountable dots of piercing light.

I have to find a way to live in this new world I perceive. Cutting out the runes would mean cutting out my heart, and I can not be my parent’s son if I do that. So I seek those that hear the anguished song. Those that I can read the names burned into their hearts. Perhaps we can help bring some harmony in the chaos. Perhaps together we can change the tune.