Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Letter to the Tattoomaker

Ink me a scar
O, designer of pain.
Make it deep, dark, intricate.
Add colour if you may.


Let it whisper my tale from afar
Of that love's stain.
It's never too late,
For all the things I couldn't say.


It could be that fallen star.
Brightly shinning in vain.
Befallen to ill fate.
While it shone on many a day.


O, won't you mix in some tar.
Dark as Hades mane.
Put in a drop of blood as bait.
Red - to tease that tear at bay.


I'll look at it - as a melody cut to a bar.
Sing the song of that lover's lane.
Where I walk now in numbness - not love or hate
Carve, pierce, fill - so it forever on skin will stay!

7 comments:

Christopher said...

Nice!

Nothingman said...

Tattoos!!! don't tell me you got one?!

Oh and the word verification is UNDED!

Damn.

The Island Girl: said...

BEAUTIFUL.ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL

AnnemarieSchimmel said...

wonderful..................................................

Zedekiah said...

Thanks for reading. :-)

± said...

Beautiful things happen, when ink meets blood :)

(even in words)

~Dani~ said...

:) nice!