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!