"When Art Imitates Life"

My body screams with pain    
these tattoos on my flesh      
are lost souls taken by theft    
they whisper there thought's in to my ear    
"Its Cold!!!So Cold!!and  
"O.M.G. i didn't even get to update my  
Facebook status"    
they cry justice while i cry in agony    
I undress to marvel at the majestic    
gallery of body art i collected    
i notice a small mark on my chest    
right above the nipples just left to the heart.    
     
weeks later the mark has transformed    
into a tattoo of its own design    
its seems my flesh has a new guest.    
It displays a skeletal like figure    
ripping my flesh from the inside    
using its sharp teeth and a knife      
in its boney grasp.    
i should worry this is highly unusual    
i smile it didn't cost a thing.    
     
I sleep the tattoos voices chatter    
in my head, i get used to it.     
i read the morning papers    
9 people murdered,      
police baffled,    
they died from the inside out,
cut from the inside
the only connection
they all had tattoo's too.    
witness describe a tall figure    
dressed as a skeleton leaving      
the crime scene.   
i freeze the new tattoo    
on my chest becomes warm    
my blood becomes acid    
the pain is incredible    
unverifiable.    
     
i bleed ink instead of blood    
i fall to the floor    
like a disguarded banana skin    
my flesh dissolves    
through the cracks in the floor.    
the skeleton stand's in which
was once my place      
the skeleton grins with a sinister glee    
all my tattoos are his now    
including a new addition      
just above his ribcage    
it is my face....screaming.    
     
Is this Art Imitating Life?