Stories written on your skin,
Drawn and etched into your hide,
Told and cried throughout the night.
Daily you listen,
Holding silent comfort,
Never to tell a secret or lie.
Tears to bleed into your sides,
Pencil and Ink to collide,
Splash of color in the night.
A prision made home by art,
Silent ears to listen in the dark,
Understaning and never repeating.