Ink and Smoke

Smoke rises in the cool morning air

Thinking 'bout the life I wear

Tattoo stories on my skin

Lost in a world of what’s within

Walking through the shadows, deep in thought

Every line on my face, a battle fought

Hat tilted low, secrets in my gaze

Living in a haze, through the smoky days

Every mark, every line, tells a story of the night

Fighting through the dark, searching for the light

Caught in the fire, feeling alive

Burned by desire, I thrive

Mystery in my eyes, a rebel’s call

Tattooed and wild, I stand tall

Cigarette falls, ashes of the past

This life I chase, made to last

Hat and ink, my disguise

Living free, no compromise

So here I stay, in my own shade

Writing stories in the trade

Tattooed soul, breaking the mold

This is my story told in bold