W.I.P Time taken: 4 hours Medium used: 9x12 paper, black and red gel-pens, black ball point pen and 2b pencil Deformity The lost cries… Mirror that absorbs the truth reflects the lies. Come, see the circus! In the world that bleeds pleads… Let the nutcracker dolls, build a time that is fake; For it is all you give and all they take Let them pierce your freedom. Which is forgotten too, Not by them… but by you Cling on to insanity Become the monstrosity Live the deformity. Perish… Here’s your destination; Await the intersection That brings destruction. I speak from the heart that is rotting I see with the eyes that are bleeding My hands are chained, Yet Im reaching... Love? Just a dream… The definition altered in the dried stream The flowers will bloom again… From the sins of the swords In a world where; the wrong wins And silent are words. See, the fluttering lights? Man-made they are… Alike the illusion, that guides you afar. Here you see the skull of the child. Born from its innocence are, Flowers of freedom. Was it yours? Dead; somewhere in the lost time? Did you lock your heart yet? If so, someone out there holds the key. If not… Why do you wait to be unlocked? Hurry! You must lock it! Or is it too late? Are you another monstrosity, Built by the bleeding world? (Ill leave the rest to you, make what you want out of the picture) ^_^
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 00:53:09 +0000
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