Darkened Scars (Title Toss Entry #1)

2014-06-XX - This is entry #1 to the title toss contest that just ended.

I invaded the open truth
of light never bouncing off
my scarred skin,
to prove the power
of our illusions -
the mirage of life itself

Because I've always
been an outsider,
a beaten, broken,
self-loathing child
in a society that taught me
how falling like dominoes
is the only way to survive;

I met the huntress on a dinner date,
and I asked her if it's worth it,
to hunt down us, the lost ones:
We, who ride on shadows, outcasts,
despite train wrecks being
the only result possible
when clashing against our souls:

She told me to meet her later instead,
not having an answer ready by hand,
and while I was gone she prepared
to make me force
between light and life come sundown

I told her that we, the shadows,
always live prepared for
never being able to see
the edges of tomorrow:
we wake up in the morning assuming
that any day now we could perish

And as a rider of the darkest shadows,
hunted by those who can't see in the dark,
I already knew this was my last debate.