The man with the scar

I met a man with a scar so broad it bled
bled with pain of past and fear of tomorrow
that scar bled like the breath of a battered man,
clubbed to death by violence and while it bled,
i soiled the gauzes in my heart, special gauzes
frantically trying to stop the bleeding, that scar!
it taunted me, my dabbing was never enough
i ripped out my heart to bandage that scar
but the blood seeped through, it could not stop,
my ripe heart insufficient, me innefficient
i watched it bleed and begin to sneer curling up
mocking, laughing, malicious and taunting
streams of blood began to leak, i cried
i started mopping, my life now a red river
i mopped and cried and mopped and cried
soon i was still, gave up, stood up and left