TattooA Poem by OneAmongstManyTattoo
Coursing through tender vein and flesh The outer mark of inner turmoil This is the blackness that we entertain.
Fluxing waves of green and blue and black A forever sign of faith or failure Cradle the soul into sad, sad panging.
Rushing, gushing, the man-made life blood This fitting verse of joy’s occasion Never to fade, nor forgotten with age.
Creeping through the dim-lit alleys This is our deepest, darkest sanctuary I see your eyes grow wild with hunger.
Stinging the palest, frailest skin The black and green, the ceaseless buzzing Engraving the fading lights of lovers.
We’re not like them, they rush and rage around They dart and dive and flare and simmer; We’ll keep drifting in our nightly haze.
Let’s adorn ourselves this evening Let’s carve out our hearts upon us; Else we might forget we lived those days. © 2017 OneAmongstManyAuthor's Note
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