Scar My Skin

Tattooed skin lends a sin
that strikes the skin thin.
Entrancing looks a book it
will speak of me in the end.
So what if my claws scratch
capillaries they’re exploding
in some system that demands
a look of mistook brooks soft.
And the angels are envious,
they that lay amongst clouds
are allowed in my realm sew
seeds from within fertile soil
and grow places I too grow.
Singular is my vision focus
for we are but cut limbs
the encroaching war it makes
us so just cadavers lay bear,
on some abandoned battlefield
covered in passion’s smoke.

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