#poisonedheart

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Quel continuo confronto con se stessi. Quella perenne voglia di libertà. Quell'infinito scontrarsi con la realtà che ci affossa di stereotipi che vorrebbero ingabbiarci. Quell'inevitabile necessità di indossare una maschera per proteggere la nostra purezza da occhi indiscreti e da cuori sporchi. Inevitabilmente tutto questo ci intossica la vita e ci fa sentire in trappola. L'unica cosa che ci conviene fare è indossare la maschera con il sorriso migliore cercando di non farci avvelenare il cuore.

[rabidtats]

Got to do this fun heart on a cool client, Ty: The art is from Carla Harvey (from the band "Butcher Babies"). #butcherbabies #carlaharvey #hearttattoo #agarutattoo #tommyrabid #blackandgreytattoo #poisonedheart (at Agaru Tattoo)

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Danger zone

It comes a time in life when you are afraid you forgot how to even love anymore due to all the past hardship.

Sadly your soul is beyond repair.

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-’I still think you’re beautiful.’

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I would rather be the moon

than your false ideas of stars

which are really just galaxies fading away.

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I guess I’m out of luck

my snake eyes turned to stone

all my pennies in the wishing well

all my stars turned to dust

  if I down a few more drinks

I will care less and smile more

maybe those guys will look better

but I guess I’m out of luck

and they will never be you

  maybe this cigarette

will light the path back to my door

I think you got lost somewhere on your quest

so find your way back to me

  but as it turns to ash

and I go down to the bottom of my bottle

I guess I’m out of luck

my snake eyes turned to stone

-’ I’m all out of lucky stars.’

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We have so much pain mixed up in our beauty

There are bombs that are etched with the words ‘faith’

And there are fists that spell out the words ‘I love you’

We have people dying in the name of god

And people jumping in the name of forever

And I bet if you looked into the eyes of your saviour

You would forget to say thank you

And burst into tears in fear

I think that we forget that smiles aren’t supposed to be broken

We are not supposed to have sadness etched onto our tongues

Heroes are not supposed to be the villains

But somewhere somebody forgot to tell the world

And the fairy-tale got mixed up

And we lost our ideas of perfect and beautiful and

Filled in the blank parts with death and fists and broken dreams

Just so each night

We don’t have to feel so empty.

- ‘There is sadness in our smiles.’

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Taste the lines against my skin

He stares. One. Two.

He pauses, a smile.

My cheeks crack.

Inhale, I taste fire.

His hands twist:

A caress in desire.

I am his moment of pleasure.

 He is the wayward son, I am lost.

His inferno, my battlefield.

Sunlight against my dark.

Just nothing more than a work of art.

- “I am porcelain”