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Hieroglyphics on my skin
pictures etched on skin patches of choice
they are my stories, my soul, my voice
an addiction to ink from early years
master of art colours away my tears
my fears
my suicidal years
blood wiped away to leave the ink
burning skin such sweet stink
my addiction is fed with this smell
familiarize yourself
you will smell it in hell
reaching a point where i know
that i will have all these pictures to show
but the pain will remain
and so the circle starts all over again
they are my stories, my soul, my voice
an addiction to ink from early years
master of art colours away my tears
my fears
my suicidal years
blood wiped away to leave the ink
burning skin such sweet stink
my addiction is fed with this smell
familiarize yourself
you will smell it in hell
reaching a point where i know
that i will have all these pictures to show
but the pain will remain
and so the circle starts all over again
Published 4th Oct 2012
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Anonymous
4th Oct 2012 11:32am
This is a poem well written, Its melancholic but with a sting in its tale. very nice poem!
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Mourganna¤
4th Oct 2012 12:24pm
thank you for the woderful comment.
sometimes the things that give you the most pleasure causes you the most pain
sometimes the things that give you the most pleasure causes you the most pain
4th Oct 2012 4:24pm
I like it. I would like to see more use of that creepy Egyptian imagery (describing it almost like being mummified, like a purposeful, ritualistic rite) would really add something I think. On its own though I think it works well.
