Name the Time and Place

What is the battle ground for this war to be waged?

Nowhere visible,

underneath is where it lies,

underneath the barrier of cloth blinding their eyes.

Somewhere patterning the smooth previously unblemished skin,

Where? Oh why must this feel like a sin?

Maybe I should start waaayy up high and then work my way down, Nowhere do I dare deny,

this intense cleansing burn.

Oh the temptation to go straight to the source,

If only I could but for this damn remorse…

So here I shall stay and here I shall play,

life.

What is the price I must pay that I can awake and finally be glad to see the day?