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
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