"MY LITTLE PIECE OF .COM"
Monday, February 15, 2010
canvas
da rush of da touch till theres no nakedness left. da feel of my life scratchin accrossed da flesh. my stories bein told thru da grit of my teeth, pushin out da pain as im stained 2 remember wat lies beneath. over taken 4 da need 2 please my past from its knees. i tweak @ da sweet spots dat wont let me breath. wit every wind of da gun, fresh ink has begun 2 lay upon my face. an expression in which it thinks its won, leavin not a single empty space. n wit da finest pricklin poke of da needle rippin out my past. it splatters in2 shapes n phrases dat shift b4 my eyes, turnin my skin in2 a canvas wit a story 2 tell @ last. so let da foot stomp hard n give me da talent u posses, till da nakedness of my skin has been covered in all my selfish interests. so da corener will laugh his azz off @ da road on which iv been, for it b da only thing left of a man within. ahh, i luv a fresh tat.
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