I like the pain.
I tattoo myself,
Just to let myself feel,
The needle dig,
Over and over,
Into my flesh,
Driving the ink in,
To slowly create,
Beauty from pain.
Like life.

I like the pain.
I remove my tattoo,
I rip it open,
And let it bleed.
I rub salt in it,
Burning myself,
To finally remove,
This faded picture,
So worn down,
From my life.

I enjoy the pain,
The new colors,
As blood and ink,
Mix together,
In a dance,
Intertwined,
Running from,
The lines that I,
So very carefully,
Carved into my flesh.
And it is gone.