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 written and directed by my imagination produced by another so the story can be told Tho, judgement comes swift for those who are scarred it's a shame the narrow-minded refuse to see it as an art rather... something unclean and hidden that should remain in the dark Finished i stare at my creation which is so deeply shaded yet vivid, with brilliant splashes of ink that i cant help but wonder when i'm standing at the gates what will the angels think