Drilling my thoughts
Into my flesh
The needle wrests blood from my veins
And forces my favorite picture under my skin
Hear the buzz
and
Feel the sting
As a man in gloves
Drips his destructive art
To be forever emblazened upon my body

But, you say, but what if the moment dies?
What if, you say, what if the times change?

Then, my friend, then my ink shall be a testimony of my past.
An eternal memmory of a day gone by.

{Author's note: I don't feel like this is entirely finished, but I can't think of anything to add to it. I intend to rewrite it someday.}

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