

Internal StruggleA sudden strike Like a snake's. The venom spreads Over the years. He hides the burns, And he tries to fight, But he's useless to the world... So, who cares, agreed?Internal Struggle
The world is sadistic, And the only comfort he can find Is the innocence and laughter, Which he never could remember, The pain and harm of fire, And the decadence of love. He loses himself... In this internal struggle.


NightmaresNightmares wake a troubled mind, Artistry in the making. He stands at her sacrifical rite. But says nothing. He can't. He's locked in a cage Of struggle, Both inner and outer. He's trapped.Nightmares
He shoots upward and cries out. He runs. His little sister is smiling in her sleep. He sighs from relief. She opens her eyes, And she sees him crying. He hugs her. "What's wrong, brother?" "Nothing...not anymore."
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Legalize art!
When we don't know what to do... we create art.
It's good to be here. (:
I'm starting to enjoy dA already.
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