The tattoos haven't spread spread inks design in a while due to the struggle of the shackles that held emotions like it fuckin cared... But if they were to stretch on my canvas to display the leak to the skin from within they'd express the frustration bangin with knuckles bared. The heart wanted to make luv to a passion that doesn't exist here nor there givin my mind a direction of truths. Awaiting to spill into open wounds that heal with memory dug in to the fleshes nakedness of being put to use...