In the east lives the purple rose
Among the spirits of the olde,
The world we used to know
And in the damaged west by the
Pacific shores “H” is replaced for
A closed motel door, a torn bandana,
And a dull metal thorn
The water in the sink is at a boil
I emerge as the rabbit with powder
In my fur and 18 empty time lines
Down my spine divided thrice
By the mirrored pyramid 666
Outside the gold from the sun
Spirals down and four winds raise
22 grains of sand, the moon grabs
Them with each hand
11:11 the end
You enter as the dragon 88
The fire in our veins
The red of the sign reading
We are home now, at least for the week
We are sinners hibernating
We are human, free and forgiving
But it’s still hard to remember
Where we hid the blind fold so
We shoot and kill that frustrating feeling
Until there is nothing
But the sheets beneath our bodies
The chemical structure of Dopamine.
What appears to be an arm with which I share similarities.
I have a handmade necklace of the structure lines, but to think to get a genius tattoo I did not do. I designed all of mine but I’ve got a mind to simplify this; like my necklace, as it would compliment the style of the ones I already have.
This tattoo is fucking rad.