A contour against the blood,
A trace against the skin;
A blueprint in vivid ink,
Sketched out on a whim.
Comely drawings forever saved,
In irregular, pale lines;
Drawn on the skin and stinging out;
From many dire times.
My memories of bad times,
Fables of future past;
Reminders of that old saying,
"The good things never last."
A trace against the skin;
A blueprint in vivid ink,
Sketched out on a whim.
Comely drawings forever saved,
In irregular, pale lines;
Drawn on the skin and stinging out;
From many dire times.
My memories of bad times,
Fables of future past;
Reminders of that old saying,
"The good things never last."