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rains of bloom


I colored my ink with fire
And burned my skin with gloom.
I claimed my skin as my own
And stained them with tattoos.

I colored a snake from venom
Warning the world from my pain
And drew on thorns of hate-
A silent cry of the insane.

I drew on a biter rose
Spilled from blood of pain
Stenciled my eyes with khol
And tore my eyes with shame.

I wore leather and chain
With knives worn from victom's pain
And cried from enemies tears
And yearned for the unfame.

Tattood on my arm
Tattood on my skin
Tattood on my heart;
A permenant maim.

Submitted: Sunday, August 18, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 19, 2013

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