5 June 2012
You drag your needle through my skin,
Makes me feel alive,
Feels like a sin.
You drag the needle here and there,
Round my ankle, down my foot,
That's it - just here.
You tell me it will hurt a bit,
But I don't mind the pain,
In fact I quite like it...
At least I know I can still feel,
My body is still mine,
And this is all quite real.
The ink makes the image come alive,
Perfect imperfection
Is for what you should strive.
The ink it dances on my skin,
I open up my heart
And let it all in.
A beautiful poison seeps right though,
You sadistic man,
You always ask "another tattoo?"
Opuss № I