Hurt Of Intention
By SMYGO4EVA

The black tattoos mark the skin
Butterflies of mystical power brighten in beauty
Deities of death claim souls from Earth within
Canvases thriving on beauty rot away
Colors as red as blood are a reminder of mortality
Blood red darkness haunts them both day and night
Hurting oneself and another destroys from the inside out
Long hallways mark lost hearts, riddles and lies
Based on indecision and the tattoos that carry fate
Blood can carry pain when spilled in love, birth and death
Fairies and deities see the liquid as great change
Linked together by shattered souls and great love
Two who seem innocent and rugged may be past possessions
Of such darkness, I wonder
They know the hurt of intention
The world isn't a place for the two of them, broken and weak
People hurt each other with love, as they try to transform
the dying, depressed, dark and lonely into shells
Symbols of birth and loveliness are lakes of fantasies
To a few, these would follow you and steer you
From the hurt of intention