I am the human tatoo
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I'm a first class writer,
VIP introvert.
And don't tell me I'm not the observer,
because I am the observer of the observed.
My fingers play Fur Elise on my keys,
as I plead not to kill
my beloved characters.
Ink is immortal,
it is my blood,
I am the human tatoo.
I am the one glance man,
who only gets a glance from the world,
and must fight
for another.
A loser,
poetry user,
a first class cruiser,
on the U.S.S. imaginations,
congregations of the nations,
is the interpretation
of my implacations
to tell of the animations
of my mind.
I'm a first class writer,
yet I'm recognized by no one.
I am the human tatoo,
hidden from ultimate judgement
by the prying eyes of the world
and don't tell me your in a whirl
with the fog of words I surround myself with
that's my mask.
Good luck finding the true face.
I'm an enigma, a riddle a cypher,
A first class writer,
a murderer of my characters,
a liar of storytelling,
a sinner of professions,
because I have the ultimate confessions,
of my depression,
as I suppress it,
and yes, you guessed it.
I'm a first class writer
I'm the hidden human tatoo,
a wearable art worn by the shadows.