~One last gift~
~One last gift~
Unable to turn around only one soul do I trust,
Life is uneven I must Tattoo before I rust.
Caught up in void of forever lost days,
My ink comes alive I give you part of me.
All though the light is still on,
And my thoughts always rush in,
Felling like a freak caught in a mortal sin.
My armor is my ink that flows out from within,
From my hand to your skin is where I sink it in.
Today I still wonder through the hands of father time,
The only thing that is left is to give you your design.
Others have stood before me unable to see my fate,
Many have run the needle that leaves the scars of stain.
Before I bury my machines or throw them off a cliff,
One more great tattoo will be my only gift.
Inkmaster
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