The Painted unknown

Your eyes hold the secrets as they dance around when you speak,
a sweet catastrophe of an unknown reaching its peak.
The writings that bind you an inevitable stance,
a heart of purity, the soul, only shown at a glance.
Emotional standstills waver the rocky path,
Bleeding from outside in this deadly defeat of wrath.
A Sensitive touch yet bittersweet compassion
a kiss of poison that radiates with passion.
Your demise ending with determination and truth,
standing still you've set your path while you'll observe quietly like work of a sleuth.
A deep genuine mind, I've seen I know
for its slowly shinning bright with a mysterious glow.
Your outside filled with a colored sacred taboo,
oh what a raging river running slew.
Every line, every mark so intertwined,
Breaking down this unconscious mind.
That tiny bright star that was so far out of reach,
Years of lessons have only regained your speech.
A trusted emotion you’ve kept deep within,
Painted unknown revealed on your bare skin.
A faint halo surrounds you with inspiration no doubt,
But your hands are tight a complicated maze and you won't give up before it all ravels out.