Thursday, March 18, 2010

Tattoo

Scars and markings,
held as taboo.
Burns and cuts,
a worthless tattoo.

Symbols of cults,
of dreams and stories.
All shall halt,
no scars are drawings.

Religious and worshipped,
by the ones who are masked.
Each symbol, a prayer,
through skin that will rust.

Through wounds, red bleeds,
from veins of blue.
To deform a story,
create a tattoo.

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