29 April 2012
Mottled skin, Dark rings around her soft eyes, So much ink, Coverin' up the danger and lies.
Simple lips, Whispered pleas to an angel in the dark, Covered up, Hides the colour of her hardly beating heart.
Why do people say, these tattoos take her far away, I don't see her hiding much at all. Caught up, in this bittersweet daydream, Nothing in her head can make her scream.
Stung and flung around, Like a coke can in a fairground, Crumpled up and stuck among the rides, Harrowed by this ink, So much she cannot feel it, The canvas on her skin has come alive,
In the deepest reaches, The barren of the dusk, Crying out towards her, For something else than luck, What she needs, To forget, Needle stains just don't regret, Falling ever further through the dark, What they take she will not touch, Only ink through needles such, Hurt and cold and trynna come alive.
Why do the people say, these tattooes take her far away? I don't see her hiding much at all. Caught up in this bittersweet daydream, Trying to survive, Numb from pain but still she fights to backtrack rails of lives.
Tattooed • Opuss № I