Scarred For Life

The needle hums silenced only by the whispers of pain it chews upon my naked skin and it's there, my flesh will never be the same another story told in a picture, begins to unfold thought of by my imagination drawn by another, so my story can be told Sadly, in the minds of others, judgement comes swift for those who are inked the narrow-minded refuse to see it as art rather something unclean that should remain hidden in the dark Finally finished, I stare at my creation that's perfectly drawn and shaded that I can't help but wonder what will be next on my flesh