Walls of iron-y
They corrode by that
Sweet lemony scent,

Pure oxygen atoms
Melt down those FE-
Elings of isolation.

It's ugly but
We're all impure,
The longing eating at the
Hard arduous armor

Revealing what hides
Behind walls.
Things too scared
About uncertainty

About exposure
About sensitivity

But then you're exposed
By your sensitive skin
To the warmth of someone and

It feels good.

Words,
they cut deeper
than steel,
make you bleed more
than a bullet,
etch themselves
into your skin,
ring in your ears
and ache,
and ache,
and ache
and ****.

The searing pain
my love for you inflicts,
on the swollen walls, blood red,
of my tender,beating heart,
when expecting the soft sounds
of your  approaching footsteps,

I NAME AFTER YOU

my tantalizing sweetheart,
as the tribute highest, I can afford,
in the name of all pining lovers
feeling inconsolable,
on such moments of fire walk.

Two bears lie on my arm.
They show my mother and me.
The love for her is permanent,
It's tattooed on my skin.

A whale sits on my foot.
It has no loving feeling.
It's a funny little story,
Impulse control got the best of me.
so now that sad whale,
is tattooed to my skin.

Little croc, he rides my shoulder
He's holding a balloon.
First piece in colour, but i need more
tattoo 3 is a permaddition to my skin.

My next piece will ride my side.
the story is a little sadder,
Traditional style in blacks and blues,
An iceberg to show my secrets.
An iceberg to show pain and sorrow,
Hidden deep below.
That tattoo inspires,
to make me wanna be better.
So I think it's a fine addition,
A new tattoo to add to my skin.

Look no further than yourself,
be your own lamp
your own refuge.

The rain washed sky found a mirror in his eyes.

Yet for some time as the end neared
he was hearing an echo
from the deep well of nirvana
urging his weary feet toward a home
his aeons ago.

The frail bones feeling the pull
drove his weary feet through rains
to be on that land one last time.

Look no further
for howsoever long is the journey
must come to an end at home.

That night as he lay under the śāl tree
they strained to hear him whisper

All composite things decay,
strive diligently.