I pricked myself today, the colors flow with crimson red. To mix under my skin. A new picture to display. As memories set in.
The sweat poured from my forehead. With each needles prick.Pleasure, pain, numb,and now red. Bactrin now to make it slick.
My colors a reminder of my human faults. Yet such beauty to arise. No meaning or religous cults. Just a human will to survive.
The fallen angel on my leg crying with it's rose. Tears of blood to fall. Past to close,With a voice from above to call.Strings of faith no one knows.
Just a reflection, a tale somehow lost. dreams will be dreams. Yet in the balance a soul's the cost Or again that's how it seems. While by the waves now tosed.
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