I had a way of marking down my life
A tally of everything I did
Harsh scribbles told more stories than my pictures could capture
Still it filled me with feeling nonetheless
I stood there, thin and naked
Mesmerised at my own creation
I never ever seen something so dead before
Hanging off in strands of singed skin
Judgement created a pool beneath my cold body
Although I could feel the pain of it\'s existence, it felt warm and inviting
Reeling me in just to hang me down again
It\'s set itself upon the remains of my skin
Scribing it\'s sickly appearance as a marker
It was both dead and alive, fresh and ugly
Still, I wore it as a message of my life
I let it hang me down until I reached the pool below my warm body