Tattooed

The sting drags across the canvas,  
Like a bee buzzing continuous,  
Bone ravaged,  
Ebony pools into virgin skin,  
Igniting and merging.  

Now one  
Stained in time, never again to be pale and pure,  
The skin cries in anguish,  
Crusted over, the scab of a bloodied lip,  
Yet forgotten in time.  
 
Forever a mark made,  
An expression, a symbol,  
Screaming identity,  
The scars you sow and show to the world,  
Only the outside  
 
Yet pale, pale to the inside,  
A continuous flow,  
The pain reflects ,  
Amplified by reality,  
Yet the lips smile,  
Continuous.