The ink it goes in to the body
It poisons the blood coursing through your veins
It’s like a black tar; it’s something that never leaves the blood
Everywhere the ink lays the black tar demon seeps threw
Tattoos they are beautiful and stunning
But it hurt like a cut from a piece of glass
The can shine like a diamond and make you stand out but
Never will you be the same because the black tar devil has his claim