Tattoed


I colored my ink with fire
and burned my skin with gloo.
I claimed my skin as my own
and stained them with tattoes.

I colored a snake from venom
warning the world from my pain
and drew on thorns of hate-
a silent cry of the insane.

I drew on a biter rose
spilled from blood of pain
stenciled my eyes with khol
and tore my eyes with shame.

I wore leather and chain
with knives worn from victom's pain
and cried from enemies tears
and yearned for the unfame.

Tattoed on my arm
tattoed on my skin
tattoed on my heart;
a permenant maim.

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