blood tattoos

knife slowly moving over flesh,
Blood welling from the wounds.
A design of flesh only death could love.
A picture only I can create.
Life unmoving,
Dreams undreamed,
Nothing can stop the knife.
Slowley carving a pattern
or story into my arm.
Moon's of the past.
Trees grow in my blood.
always moving never still,
Still it is pouring down my arm,
Hot and fast.
Like a living red torrent of blood,
I know you frown at me but I just smile
I know my ways are morbid and the blood is messy
But don't worry I'll clean it up.
After I die.