Rage and Jealousy fill the air like the stench of stale adrenaline. Are my words so cheap? Do these sentiments I spew forth in the black mess from my lungs mean so little? It would seem that you dodge puddles of this muck frequently, or allow it to engulf you, your ego bubbling out of the top like a festering sore.
No, I am not just another doting slug, leaving my slime trail across your supple flesh. The rattling whispers that escape my dry throat are all I have to give, and I give them freely. Is it my shriveled heart? Perhaps not, but it is more than the wind howling between my ribs, or the numb cold blackening my fingers.
The sickly swe
Woken from a stupor I see the number three scrawled across all of my possessions. The gray encroaches from all sides, blotting out all color from my field of vision. As I watch the shades fade, I realize that the bleakness has spawned from my own frail form, huddled in the corner like a wraith, waiting for a new heart to devour.
But alas, no heart will enter, none exists for me any longer, it was taken long ago, pieced together with great care before being torn from my chest, leaving naught but scraps, which over time were given willingly to that terrible, seductive spider.
Now only an empty void remains, an unyielding thirst for that which
The stagnant water flows up, up through my nostrils and then down into my lungs.
Tiny lives, writhing in agony as they expire, giving their lives to end mine. Lash your tendrils into my flailing carcass, sap what little life I have left. The bubbles end as only the warmed current flows from my mouth, stained with the oily black and bile. I'll die laughing, I'll take you all to my grave. The life of one, taking the lives of many.
The laughter in my drenched throat dies as my brain sputters, as my muscles spasm, no longer grasping at nothing. The dribble of water from my blue lips now as frigid as my surrounding, and no longer stained. An e
The stagnant water flows up, up through my nostrils and then down into my lungs.
Tiny lives, writhing in agony as they expire, giving their lives to end mine. Lash your tendrils into my flailing carcass, sap what little life I have left. The bubbles end as only the warmed current flows from my mouth, stained with the oily black and bile. I'll die laughing, I'll take you all to my grave. The life of one, taking the lives of many.
The laughter in my drenched throat dies as my brain sputters, as my muscles spasm, no longer grasping at nothing. The dribble of water from my blue lips now as frigid as my surrounding, and no longer stained. An e
Whao, I'm really suprised you'd want one of my drawings as a print @_@ I'm honored, but maybe something a bit of higher quality??? And by someone a bit more talented?