A Canvas Of Ink
Love tattooed inside. An achor of eternity. I glance at the figure of eight, and know you're always there for me. 17 years old when the needle pierced my flesh.
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Love tattooed inside. An achor of eternity. I glance at the figure of eight, and know you're always there for me. 17 years old when the needle pierced my flesh.
And here, on this ghost cold night, A man walks proudly on his birth day, His head held high, statuesque, Smiling bravely, Naked as the day he was born, His chiselled skin an intricate diary; A...
Let me draw on you, Sketch on you, Paint on you, Picture it on you. I want to look at every inch of your perfection, A perfection I can only dream of touching.
Tonight we design .. Ideas of two men's mind Combine in a cosmic collage of thoughts entwined Tomorrow the permanent representation stabs my skin. Needles so fast and small you can barely see them.
When did it all start. my slight obsessional creativity phase, wanting to get branded, going along with the craze. Something discreet and it's only there for me.
Graceful in autumn days. You're a symbol of peace. Under summers haze. There's more to be seen. Marked upon wrists. A symbol of many thoughts. From committing suicide.
Brush placed in your hand,. Soft, silky paints all around,. Pick up your brush, my artist,. Paint a vine around my wrist,. Twist, curl, green and brown,. Through fingers, tumbling down,.
I'd like to map my body. Have it scrawled with darksome ink. Covered with touching tendrils of words and art and spirit. To decorate and celebrate all that is within me.
You drag your needle through my skin, Makes me feel alive, Feels like a sin. You drag the needle here and there, Round my ankle, down my foot, That's it - just here.
Upon my back, a story old. A lifetime's tale, seldom told. Good or bad, lose or win. All imprinted on my skin. All the deeds that I have done. Some in sorrow, most for fun.
I'm artwork myself a canvas painted so colourfully tainted My badges the story of part of my past, forever my scars will last We all have scars that are invisible mine can just be seen as there...
Mottled skin, Dark rings around her soft eyes, So much ink, Coverin' up the danger and lies.
I have 2 butterfly tattoos one on my lower back and one on my wrist.. People often ask me why I choose butterfly's..... My response was......