Each memory, each mistake, each nightmare is recorded on my
flesh,
My arms are covered with red ribbons that brand my body,
There's no rubber that can erase these secret scores,
Scarlett contours run rivers from my newly cut blemishes,
The wound closes leaving the Scarlett fluid to drip from my
skins surface,
All that is left red string that sticks to the peachy
exterior, making it's existence,
A new memory,a new mistake, a new nightmare that I record
onto my flesh.