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
