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You sink into my mind you play a game, no rules i hear their whispers  they are coming i can feel my blood boiling don't you know i've been waiting turn off the lights
Ink  It leaves a black stain Where the needle grazed my skin Marking a moment of impulse and rebellion When my body wanted to hurt
dear idol i want to be like you   dear idol i want to be you   scratched your name into my arms your face is my tattoo your tattoo is my face   i've been listening a decade
*Trigger Warning: Self Harm* The stencil is made, a bold, yet simplemark with two meanings. For writers,the mark is used to continue a sentence;for others, the mark is used to continue a life.
Tattoo gun buzzing Adrenalin rushing Needles are not my friend But I know I’ll love this in the end A tattoo in my grandfather’s memory Permanently etched into me My first tattoo is done
You told the bird you don't like the way it sits on my wrist. You don't like how it would permanently stay. You don't like its meaning. And to make you happy the bird would have to sacrifice its own life in pain.
At first they're painful, but then they get sore At first they're exciting, but soon start to bore Yet people still stick them on their skin Only rarely regretting their sin  
There stand some marks upon her arm, Voluntary strikes in black and blue, Words that comfort, words that declare In simple script, “Because I love you.”
The ink of laughter painted across my rib Flat beyond opinion, Line below a beat. representing a break, the breath, a life.   The greens and blues  of circles and spaces of stars and faces
The ink of laughter painted across my rib Flat beyond opinion, Line below a beat. representing a break, the breath, a life.   The greens and blues  of circles and spaces of stars and faces
Passing seasons never falter Ink inscribed skin ever after Heart ache a burning volcano I hear a bird's song of sorrow How can I rise from this abyss When all I want is to remiss The torturous emotions
I know a girl with 'perfect' written on her wrist, and I think it’s funny because it isn’t perfect at all. When I say perfect, I mean it literally -
  On my ribs they stay, Permanently marked, A reminder to my heart. Sixteen stitches, black and beautiful, Surrounded by words above and below. Words that gave me strength,
Ink
Tired irrational thoughts Miss the page and end up inked blots What use is this? Too many thoughts for paper to hold I thought this would clear my mind or so I was told Time to be bold 
India ink harpoons its way into fabric strung around alabaster bone, staining cloth with polychromic significance, injecting an artist’s rendering of alternative beauty between the stitches
Stencil forged precisely to the hip margin.
the thought of ink on my skin forever intrigues me.
ink flowers peeking beneath my business suit blouse  why must they judge me
It's funny how this machine could get you so excited. It gets me excited.Simply seeing the coils and the cords, the needles and the inks in their cups.I fill up with such happiness and ecstasy, it's amazing.
  The skin that I am in is my own For it is something that  I could never loan It is the bark on my bones the shell on my back It is the canvas of life for the voice that I lack
  Bumper stickers unite! There has been a victory today.   Hello Mister Ferrari Heard you made a power play   Red means stop! Mistakes don’t really wash away…  
Ink, thick in the air wafts a seductive tale of permanence.   The room is abuzz with anticipation and cat-scratch pain.   The prick, the squeal of newly minted adults
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