'Tattoos not scars'
Written by Simon Brewer

Hidden below the flesh, outside for the world to see, Memories;
Best forgotten, with re-presentations, of idiom

Can't you see, my personality, through these markings that show my other side?

Please forget this dried mark gained in one night's ill rest, don't fret I felt nothing. The wound's now healed, but the thought still the same.

Ink into the blood, this will now become apart of me,
One day, my scars will heal, and on that day you will know the reason,
Why; I did this to myself, Why, I did this to myself; Why?

Would you like to see another crack in the mirror?
Imprinted on my arm, Imprinted on my arm.

As this, needle tears down into my flesh, forming cavernous wells. For the blood and ink to bond;
These concealed scars, a subtle form of self expression;

These thousands words over, live with me till my flesh turns to ash