He took the needle and jabbed it in my hip
I closed my eyes and prepared to bite my lip
But, lo and behold...where was that legendary pain?
The proclaimed warning, was it concern feigned?!
As the ink formed the words, my body only screamed for more
MORE, MORE! Feed me more, Watch as I turn into an ink whore
An empty room with a razor was my haunt
But with this discovery, self harm...i won't
An expression, a feeling...just being
An action, the calling...so calming
Like a wide-eyed child, I have found a new delight
Like the innocent beguiled, it's praise to the con I can only cite
Colour my ankle, Imprint my neck, Draw down my back
Turn me into a moving storybook, a plot is all I lack
For there is something empty within me
And all I want is a stimulating autobiography
For there is something I have long lost
A passion to heat up a heart trapped in frost
For I fell down and never got up
For I rode bareback and kept looking for the stirrup...