your body is a corpse
                           every part of it is changeable
your face is just a face
                           the lines etched into it are nothing more
than faded memories
                           the marks of rotting dreams

do not let the limitations of your flesh
                            define your legacy
the ink-spills spiraled on your skin
                            do not limit your potentials
but inspire you as an artist
                            the colour-pop in fading black
is singing the songs of your soul
                             seeping through the barriers
decorating the canvas of your corpse

                              those ink-spots are just as much you
as the eyes that beseech me
                               your body is a corpse love
screaming for you to decorate it
                                *decorate me