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The Surrealist Tatoo

Sat in the quiet, alone with my thoughts,
Wondering just what I'm to do,
Along comes a desire, to inflict on myself,
The mark of a surrealist tmoo.

Out comes the blade, all shiny and sharp
And the sink gets filled with hot water,
A towel at the ready, my arm gets submerged,
Through my mind, no doubt of whether I ought to.

On the first cut, the skin peels apart
Revealing what ever is under.
It's so soft and it's white, and it feels alright,
But it's about that smaII tube that I wonder.

Again goes the blade, along the same track,
Cutting in deeper and straight through the vein.
So now from my arm, the blood it does flow.
At least there's one thing I can say, there's no pain.

Now the last thing to do, is to patch it all up
And tidy away all this mess.
For today, at least, I'll leave it to mend
While the thought's power is a little bit less.

When asked why I did it, I can't rightly say
There's a power that's stronger than me.
AIl I know, is now that it's done,
Whether I repeat it, I'll just have to see.

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Darius