But I'm alive, now.
And somehow almost busier than I was in the school year.
But hopefully this version of busy means more artwork.
Hopefully.
I'll work on it.
I apologize for being vacant.


The Last Hope The dark, cold street seemed endless as she walked along, the heels of her boots making clicking noises with ever step she took. The street was void of cars, and few people were out at this time of night. Several drunken college boys whistled at her as she walked by them, but she took no notice. She merely continued to walk, head down, hands tucked into the pockets of her long, black coat.The Last Hope
"Need more time....no other option..."
Of course there were options! She had stayed at work late ton


TragedyThey're just another tragedy, Their lives are long overdue. As they tread across the crowded floors And squeeze themselves through too-small doors, Never once noticing you.Tragedy
But now that's all about to change As they seat themselves in perfect range.
And all of a sudden, you're up and at them The looks on their faces; a priceless gem.
"Police, police!" they try to scream, It's all in slow motion, as though this were a dream.
A smile flickers across you face; They have finally been put in their place.
As they beg, shout, screa


The PriceHow much would you be willing to pay For the game that you are about to play?The Price
$500, $600... $10,000, $20,000?
All bets are off Your money's no good Take it all back? If only you could.
It's too late to bargain, You've made your choice The gun to your head Keep your poise.
"You think you can dupe me?!" He yells into the night. You had your chance, too late to fight. Now you're stuck with what it to be.
So be careful what games you play Because if you cannot pay You might find yourself on the wrong end o


Guard Your Tongue I stare, yet I do nothing. The blood flows from your wound as easily as water trickling through a stream, yet I do nothing. With your last dying breaths, you utter my name. But I do not reply. I merely stand over you, your own sword in my hand, the candle flame illuminating everything in a pathetic glow. Your bloodied hand falls to your side, and your eyes close for the last time. I turn my back to you, as you did to me, and walk away. The rats will enjoy your flesh, leaving your bones as a careful reminder: choose your words wisely.Guard Your Tongue


This Isn't For YouThese words I've written lie in front of me, Broken, fragments in my head, Coming forward to tell a story, Of every word spoken and said.This Isn't For You
Like broken fragments of glass fallen from the sky, Glittering in the sun's light, Though deadly, dangerous, approached with caution, Pushing their way out of sight.
Take a look in the mirror, see the image staring back, Now think of everything you can to explain, Why you find faults in such unnatural beauty, Washed off and broken down in the rain.
Now take those words and write them down, Exaggerate, change,
Erode
Rare Lewt

Lacking the LucidDespite the sun,Lacking the Lucid
Deceive the shadow, Never shall they remorse. Every open mouth, That leaks the norm, Welts the aching back, Of the forever sane.
Beyond each current, We drift away from stone, Covered in ivy of the world, Marked territory of the fraud. And now they eternally sleep, Beneath the blinding layer. Yet we, the lucid, step back...
--
"Theres got to be something in between,
Something theyve missed, something unseen."
Also, I'm a prolific liar.
--
"There are very few personal problems that cannot be solved through a suitable application of high explosives."
"Of all the bells rung from a thousand steeples, none rings truer than this."
--
"Theres got to be something in between,
Something theyve missed, something unseen."
--
"There are very few personal problems that cannot be solved through a suitable application of high explosives."
"Of all the bells rung from a thousand steeples, none rings truer than this."
--
"Theres got to be something in between,
Something theyve missed, something unseen."
I bet you hardly know who I am anymore.
--
You should use stronger language, that way you can get more money.
Happy Trails!
--
Or do we all
Look. Just. Like:
Adolf fucking Hitler
With this swoopy emo-boy dreamy haircut
Dangling in our faces
Making us all indescribably indistinguishable from each other
--
"There are very few personal problems that cannot be solved through a suitable application of high explosives."
"Of all the bells rung from a thousand steeples, none rings truer than this."
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