Leaves of ink
Spread my arms
Tattooed on skin
Burning the past
Memories, they turn
With winds, blow
Cool on flesh
Quench not, thirsty
Fire scarred history
A story foretold
Crawling, gasping life
Long hours needled (in)
Feel them slither
Twist and creep
Turned ink, weep
From beginning breath
To endless sleep
Images of me
Once to die
Thence ash, keep
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
Leaves of ink
Spread my arms
Tattooed on skin
Burning the past
Memories, they turn
With winds, blow
Cool on flesh
Quench not, thirsty
Fire scarred history
A story foretold
Crawling, gasping life
Long hours needled (in)
Feel them slither
Twist and creep
Turned ink, weep
From beginning breath
To endless sleep
Images of me
Once to die
Thence ash, keep
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