And now I distance people,
Because: My back is lacerated,
And my memories are fading,
To provide me the antidote;
But honed enough,
To abrade my lacerated wounds,
Squeeze me out,
And make me moan,
To flog pain in my skin;
As the tattoo,
That fills me
With excruciating ecstasy;
Holding every stabs
Designed over me;
And too much of myself,
To be forgotten!