I traveled a lot.
I enjoyed seeing the change of culture. Especially the art and the people with tattoos.
When I went to a new place, I would create a masterpiece there, leaving my mark. And I would leave my finished piece there. All I use is a paint brush, canvas, and paint.
My paint brush is a knife.
My canvas is human skin.
My paint is blood.
Whenever I went to a different country, I chose one person.
Just one special person. I had no preferences: no matter the skin color, ethnicity, age, or gender.
It didn't matter if I couldn't understand their language.
It didn't matter if I couldn't understand their pleas for mercy.
It didn't matter if I couldn't understand their cries for help.
However, it does mean something that everywhere I go,
the screams
are all
the
same.
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Skin✄Brendon Urie Fanfiction
FanfictionThat cute senior in art class. Brendon. It seemed like he had such a beautiful mind. He's a smooth talker and flirty. He's funny as hell and has a bright smile that will make a girl melt into a puddle. Kai is a sophomore. She has a passion f...
