He wears a logo
Of a diamond,
Scared into his skin,
He knows he’ll never,
Afford a real one
But his arm will hold the image
Until he jumps off
This journey called life.
Doodles with every dream,
Day dream and heartache
Whimsy and fashion covers
His fleash.
His tailored hair
And a disk in his lobe
Show’s he’s vain enough
To take some pain
For vanity.
He wears amour
To show and hide and what he is
For every doodle
Tells a story
Of what he loved last week
But scribbles over a soul
And when he wants to shed a life
He’s not a snake,
He can’t shed his skin.
