UnforgettableYou whisper to me.
Tell me all your hopes and dreams.
Your sorrow taints your lips.
And still I believe.
Because your smile hides your frown.
You can still lite up the room.
I should have looked into your eyes.
Cause they can tell no lies.
What troubles you troubles me.
I should have known.
I am to late.
Blood sorrounds you as your eyes close.
are you in pain?
You breath into my ear.
Whispering, whispering.
Telling me things.
beautiful cruel things.
then everything stops.
The world grows quite as your last breath leaves you.
BLOOD, BLOOD.
My hands are tainted crimson.
Your life's essence stains me.
an unforgettable ending.
Neutral
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It doesn't matter if Art changes. What matters is how we let art change us. Every one of us has to find a reason to do this. You don't sit down every day and stick ur pencil to ur page to be an artist. You do it because you're drawn to.
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~a mirror reflects your image but if you look close enough you can see so much more~
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It doesn't matter if Art changes. What matters is how we let art change us. Every one of us has to find a reason to do this. You don't sit down every day and stick ur pencil to ur page to be an artist. You do it because you're drawn to.
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~a mirror reflects your image but if you look close enough you can see so much more~
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~a mirror reflects your image but if you look close enough you can see so much more~
You got some nice stuff here in your gallery. You should submit more stuff
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