I Never Opened My Eyes

I had... a dream, where when I became fully conscious, there were tears pooled in the recess of my eye and laced in my eyelashes. I was weak from my heart pounding so ferociously that I could barely move my arms. I found myself breathing quickly and deeply, wanting to calm down the allegretto drumming in my chest. It took a while to soothe the frightened thing that was, as if, trying to claw its way out of the cage that was me and run off to somewhere else safe. It finally did, and I drifted off into darkness.

Fever

I'm trying to fight off
These infectious thoughts
Crawling into my mind
So I'm burning
Burning all these memories
And it's a bonfire in my heart
Where the smoke burns my eyes
And the waterworks start,
Trying to put out the fire
And wash away everything
That has me thus fevered.

Bull's Eye

Messy.

Night Time Blues

I now realize why I developed the habit of having something play in the background while I fall asleep -- I can't bear the thoughts that slowly proliferate in the silence, stealing away my mind's rest. They need to be distracted, suppressed, repressed, until I give in to unconsciousness, where I seek refuge, from the ever persisting thoughts that demand attention.

Birds

American Dreams.

Rise.

I will not house your dark love in my temple anymore

It all started here. I only knew how to love and love freely and love all. Because love was the answer. I had never known love to be bad thing until the day I learned that love could be used against you. Who had known that love above everything else, would hurt the most. These people that I had loved, were demons in disguise, perhaps envious, of how wide and full my love was. And so like poison, they corrupted and changed me. Tainted. Murdered that part of me. A possession. A tyranny. Though in retrospect, I needed to learn to not let all the wolves in. Not everyone is privileged to taste the purity of my love. Still, the poison coursed through my body and I have no control over it. Though yes, it was one lesson I needed to learn, they all haunt me. A shadow that won't leave me. A guest that has stayed way past its welcome. It hurts me. Always reminding me. It will not leave. Inducing all sorts of fears, paranoia, nightmares, splitting me in half. I'm crying and I'm laughing at how I ever came to be this way. ...These were the darkest periods of my life. It is a constant, never ending struggle, where I try to take back control. But it is difficult, for every moment of happiness attracts and arouses all the insecurities, doubts, irrationality, fears, and paranoia, making me a hard person to love. I'm always fighting myself, wondering how love ever became this way. I'm tired and I miss the simplicity. The poison still courses through my body. Infectious. But I'm still trying to fight it. Always.

Howl

And so the moon consumed the lonesome wolf.

Thanks for the suggestion, Rogue!

Serpentine

I'm enjoying this art style. Hehe

Fred

The special puppy who leaves heart-shaped paw prints wherever he goes, leaving a trail of love! Aww *squeals*

Sombre

"Cute Exterior, Dark Centre": I wanted to draw something cute. But then, anyone can draw something cute. What can I do different? ...this was the result.

"Lines": Just lines. I drew her during the power outage.