The pain, I need it.
Scar it into my skin,
The agony I'll never forget.
Do you see-
Why I am me?
An inked form
You'll never be.
Blood and ink create.
A beautiful angel across my back
Shadows the demons in my heart.
This selfish pretence
Born of violence
A hate skin shallow
Spawned from absence.
I can only hope you're proud.
I've scrawled your legacy
In blood and permanence
Across my skin.














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