Tattoos

One day I will be old. 
All my ink a faded story
And I'll think back to my glory days..
And to all the lonely horrid days..
Where I'd cut my skin and hide my face
With a dirty, dulling razor blade.
When I didn't know the perfect taste..
Of the pain, the ink, the needle lays..
Thinking back, I will never regret it, even then.
I'll just wish I had more empty skin.