Ink
In
recesses residing deep the dare
Compulsion
to ink to declare
Wearing
my soul upon my skin
Do not
mistake me for Society kin
My story
told in shades of black
My sound
found heavy in metal flack
Soothing
is the buzzing sound
Where the
crescendo of joyful pain is found
Pictures
letters inked to last
True
marriage is this for even at death do not part
Wry humor
so pure must be certain be sure
Or a
clown a jester a poseur is your censure
Unique inked
reflection in the mirror of humanity
Identity
of Individualism misunderstood - insanity
Expression
of the intellect a constant cry
Only possible
in Liberty - cannot
deny
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