Day 23: Sharpie of doom

"You know if you do that you’ll die of ink poison."
Sheer curiosity prompts me to meet the gaze of my so called "savior" but it doesn’t matter because I’ve heard this line so many times that the faces just melt together
and all I hear is the words that are just recycled and told again
"You’re gonna die of ink poison."
But guess what,
"I will lose 5 seconds of my life per square inch of ink on my skin which is less time than it takes me to tell you this so stop saying that I’m going to die ."
I’m holding this sharpie in my hand carving salvation and damnation onto my skin with every stoke of ink, ‘cause there should be a balance.
It’s too bad all you can see is marks on my hands and you think it’s chains tying me down to an inevitable death, but in reality it’s abstract wings that’ll help me fly.
Not fly away from this life or fly to an imaginary world through the fumes of this pen
but to a world were I don’t have to keep telling you
"I will lose 5 seconds of my life per square inch of ink on my skin which is less time than it takes me to tell you this so stop saying that I’m going to die ."
My life isn’t an ink splattered flower that you can pull the petals out of, hoping for an answer, "they love me, they love me not".
Only this time it’s "forgiveness or death" and every time you tell me I’m gonna die it’s one more petal that’ll echos those thoughts.
So I have to say once more
"I will lose 5 seconds of my life per square inch of ink on my skin which is less time than it takes me to tell you this"
So stop saying that I’m going to die .

One of my favorite poems, I had alot of fun preforming it too. I put it up here cause i don't have too much time, and because I want my group to be able to see it. If you've heard it, let me know^^