My old sin comes calling me

Comes with a promise of relief

In exchange for another white dot

On the ink-spatter scar-tissue

Laid across my shoulder and arms

More raspberry-red syrup and

Sick-white choler-humor

To drain me of passion and ill will

Bleed me like an old physician

….

partly inspired by "the progression of scars" by a friend of mine. I have taken up bad vices again.