Thee is Theme

When Limbo came
The sky bore false witness
to my turmoil
All soaked in confusion,
but if it wasn't so hard, Knowledge would be
an extinct race
Gratitude to part-hell, part-beauty
Such a tumultuous blessing

If the welts didn't teach me,
then what would?
If my scars didn't come with crescent
moon smiles,
then what would i appreciate now?

I laugh at Limbo being gone
I have polluted my milk of regret with
saccharine creativity,
the theme is to live with no remorse,
following by the most diversive potion,


I have no more regrets.