It's the small details that matter,
Those are what create beauty,
They are the truest of the real,
Hints, clues, things left overlooked,

It's sad how noone sees the full picture,
You'd be surprised what can be revealed,
It's not about fighting travesty,
All there is..is the truth,

Prisoner now freed,
With purity of heart and mind,
With newfound vision, I owe you,
I owe you for showing me I'm alive,

It really is possible,
Someone can know you better than you,
They always remember those things,
Minute details you'll never see,

Keen eyes even miss it,
Madness can expose truths,
Again covering my scarred arms,
The Beast rears its ugly head again!!