The needle plays upon your skin
the pain exquisite...
A long welcome friend.
A design now blooms
As the needle drags on..
Cutting into flesh...
The humming of the gun
Such a sweet; sweet song.

The pain grows more intense
As your inner demons scream
A little blood spills
Yet you seem to find peace within.

No more shiny blades need to slice
To release the stuggling inside
Now as the ink flows
An inner dance begins
Contentment seems to rise.

The scars no longer ugly
Upon once perfect skin..
Now a piece of artwork
covers the turmoil within.

The needle plays upon your skin
Such a welcome friend.
The demons within you quiet..
To the guns sweet humming song..
Forcing a sense of peace within.....