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.