Day of the skull

Hear ye my ol friends of the ink, I hope you all had a great weekend the last few days again was so busy no time for anything. But today I decided to just do a few designs no matter what so here you go I have done a few designs very nice stuff came out today. I have contacted some artist for a little Artist bio on the site so hopefully it will show you where you can go and get some designs done and get to know something about your artist. But for now let’s get back to the designing.

My First design I call the

Skull drum

Rolling around in your faeces, skinned heals knees and hopeful screeches, beg no more and ask nothing air in my lungs and wounds on my hands I roll around the skull drum beating one, one, thunderous hall of shadow were the suffering wallows strict controlled death it’s for pleasure whatever said. Skull drum you’re the one that lets the blood come.

My Next design is an ode to all the punks out there now I’m not revering to the new wave youth of punks I am referring to the punks of old (Sex Pistols, Iggy, Ramones etc. . .) Oh well if you’re a new wave it’s cool too. Herewith my next design to all the punk rockers out there

Punk

My third design for today is a simple yet quite unique design (I like the fusion between Celtic and tribal and that is sort of what we are) (genealogy) So herewith the

Butterfly DNA

I strand my skin in pure counties whilst my nature runs with the beasts in hallows your shattered desires my hearts beats lifeless organs displayed on your gracious veil, we command no honour or disappear no want. Loved like death and death by love the d.n.a off our nightmare is the butterfly of our tears dreams and screams slumber minds devoured for sins of our time.

My last design for today is a little Harsh but I still like it

F.C.U.K (Re Arrange until it makes sense)

Drag your poisonous lips across my face, blood drenched desired space, yearning for the floods inside of you, My poisonous pit is so full, warming spirit blend with me, My heart is burning like fire for the thrill, your caress your touch, ill clenched fist and hurt at will, sweat drips from your breasts endeavours encircled in, All my power and all my might, tongue down the spine dissolve in my arms. For I will crush you in one, continue finalised reduction, you have burnt me. Again.