Heavy Lines

Ink on skin, midnight black

Needle sings, no turning back

Old scars talking through the smoke

Every line another oath I broke

Clock on the wall don’t move no more

Blood and sweat on a concrete floor

Hands shake slow, glass half gone

Pain keeps humming, the night goes on

Yeah —

This ain’t fashion, this is proof

Every mark is hard-earned truth

Lines stay when the smiles fade

Skin remembers every deal I made

No erasing, no disguise

I wear my past in heavy lines

Needle bites, I don’t flinch

Some things hurt, some things stick

When the lights die, when I’m gone

This ink still speaks — carry on