So many tales told by the skin, Some praising God, some sin. Portraits of loved ones both here and gone, And visions of the sky from dusk until dawn. A demon or an alien ripping through, Representing a race or a certain crew. From a back piece, to a sleeve, or just a name, The pain and the pleasure is all the same! Instantly becoming addicted wanting more, The motor screaming, the skin being tore. So much work, blood, sweat, and tears, Dripping into the days, weeks, months, and years. The time spent nobody could ever guess, On the never ending tales is the flesh!!!! By: The One, The Only.... Mr. RAY ROcK
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 04:07:59 +0000
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