~Shedding skin~
Today my skin grows cold as my shell feels mighty old,
Tomorrow may never come but now is almost done.
My skin is full of ash but my tattoo s always last.
Nothing new comes dripping from my tortured soul,
Except the feelings of not having a place called home.
It is said that as we grow older we grow wiser,
It should be said as we grow old we don’t get nicer.
The paths I have walked are now covered with weeds,
As I now know that they are forever lost as the dust calls out my name.
The time that I have had here makes me not want to,
Come back had enough don’t want to do it again.
I have loved, I have hated, I have lived life to the fullest, Life has showed me its treasures, then life has beat me down as my soul is old and needs the eternal rest that comes as the darkness slips in and screams out my name……..
~Inkmaster~
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