Scratches

They are scratched into my skin
its a picture which isn't finished
my tattoos
I never mind the pain
I love it
it exhales my inner pain
they mean something
things I only can explain
maybe one day i will
but before I have to do it again
soon
Another piece of the puzzle
I need to have that rush again
the sound of the machine
the smell of the antiseptic
smell of my blood
I know
once I smelled it
I can't stop
The picture needs to be finished

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