Tattoo prose poem

Tattoo prose poemPhoto by Moyan_Brenn

Life’s a canvas, so why not body
Let colors of self reflect on already

Let ink on skin speak for the unspoken of you
Let shades of it flow for the flawless of you

And let pain of it trickle through skull through skull to spine
Soul is being carved on body, cherish it for this suffering is Divine

Let life be less sure and more fun
With no concerns of future and deeds done

Let’s be wild, for life’s too treasured to frame
Let’s ink our body to revive the golden flame

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