30 January 2013
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. A sadistic, artistic addiction, which took away my breath.
A tribal marking of vanity, rests above my heart. To me it symbolises armour, a shield against the dark.
Two words on my wrist, spell out my hope and faith. A tasteful motive buried, to deliver me from hate.
Stars one, two and three. Are a belief i hold and see. That i can't just keep wishing, for something right for me. I have to go and find it, for the future that i need.
You may spend your life staring at the stars, but unless you try, you won't suceed.
What my body art means to me.
(My tattoos)
~Larko
A Canvas Of Ink • Opuss № I