mzimmerman57:
(Right forearm) Was designed and tattooed by Mojo of Mojo's Dermagraphics and Design found in Lincoln, NE.
http://mojostattooing.com/index.htm
http://mojostattooing.com/index.htm
I weep maggots and speak in ink.
I breath in graveyard dust and see in hues of nightshade.
I feel death's razorblade kisses on my wrists... Molesting to the bone.
The smoldering bite marks on my neck...
The aersnic-laced claw marks down my back...
The boney tongue whispering putrid nothings into my ears...
All the while...
Raping a lonely soul inside a sodden home...
I...
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I breath in graveyard dust and see in hues of nightshade.
I feel death's razorblade kisses on my wrists... Molesting to the bone.
The smoldering bite marks on my neck...
The aersnic-laced claw marks down my back...
The boney tongue whispering putrid nothings into my ears...
All the while...
Raping a lonely soul inside a sodden home...
I...
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churtch:
If Zimmerman is your last name then we have the same last name, yay!!!
churtch:
How are you?!
MY BODY BURNS
My body burns by an ice cold flame...
Cupid's moronic hand grenade
Leaving me crippled and passionless.
Trailing crimson teardrops
Cascading down across my cheeks,
Painting a vacant expression.
The knife blade twisting in sick triumph,
Creating a chasm inside a stone heart.
The sadistic crumbling of a soul
Held behind dim-lit eyes.
An endless scream unheard by the crowds surrounding me,...
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My body burns by an ice cold flame...
Cupid's moronic hand grenade
Leaving me crippled and passionless.
Trailing crimson teardrops
Cascading down across my cheeks,
Painting a vacant expression.
The knife blade twisting in sick triumph,
Creating a chasm inside a stone heart.
The sadistic crumbling of a soul
Held behind dim-lit eyes.
An endless scream unheard by the crowds surrounding me,...
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ALL ENDS IN FLAMES
With these streaking tears
The world seems so endlessly bleak.
My life, so relentlessly meaningless
Without her gentle caress.
My screams echoing toward the heavens,
Begging with my breaking heart
For just one final reprieve.
Just, one last taste of her lips.
A yearning so pronounced
That angels profoundly weep
And stars cease to be.
But, my passion blooms
Like silver-stemmed...
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With these streaking tears
The world seems so endlessly bleak.
My life, so relentlessly meaningless
Without her gentle caress.
My screams echoing toward the heavens,
Begging with my breaking heart
For just one final reprieve.
Just, one last taste of her lips.
A yearning so pronounced
That angels profoundly weep
And stars cease to be.
But, my passion blooms
Like silver-stemmed...
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