Covered in black
The night was rough, shown on my shirt
The scars of a fearful nightmare
Spirits and demons trapped within the threads of my now grey washed shirt.
Just as I thought the nightmare would haunt me forever.
A light beamed in through through the window and bounced off my shirt .
The scars embedded on my shirt were running from the lights,
Like a clean slate, I woke up to a white shirt, ready to start fresh.