Room 285: tattoo's for all occasions (In A minor 7)

I fell asleep to the hum of a tattoo gun
it's electric buzzing scribing permanency
on the arm of a pretty red head with nothing to lose
...or gain...

The smell of gin lingering from the back room
...make shift parlor....
for tonight she will be enough to satisfy

subtle moans of intensity, pooling, pulling together
stitching a memory to the broken flesh
filled with black ink

I wonder if maybe I should be next
Infinity seemed longer a moment ago
If this is what it means to live, have I been dying
....since I met you
...since I first told you
....that i loved you

The taste of cheap Gin still hovers in the air
and now I know in the the grander scheme of things
it was here I lost my Maria
...right here where the ink dried
another so-so righteous part of me died

Tomorrow she'll show off her new found rebellion
and for me...
I'll show the world, I'm still too afraid to commit
...to anything but me