Soul
I look at all the people with empty glass eyes
It scares me cause I dont know what they see inside
Do they see the river of tears
Or the pallet full of fears
They pain I know so well
Some one toll the bell
I look at all the people with empty glass eyes
It scares me cause I can see my reflected lies
The love I never told
Still I pretend to be bold
The friend turned foe
Is my heart stone or coal
I look at all the people with empty glass eyes
It scares me cause they seem as a fly
Covered in filth and grime
Being a cowered is my crime
Reeking of anger and regret
What you give is what you get
I look at all the people with empty glass eyes
It scares me cause I realize
That everything I hide in darker skies
Has given me my glass eyes
This is getting frustrating i haven't drawn anything for 3 days now and i haven't written any poetry in months i think i'm losing my touch stupid creative block. i need some inspiration...
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I've been up to my neck in uni work, it's finally the end of semester. I have missed the honour of being able to come onto your page and feast on your exquisite art. This piece is gorgeous, your shading is immaculate and the story it encapsulates is inextricably bound in your core-words. You aint losing your touch honey, just waiting for another story to come merge with your blood and it won't be long because you are merchant of vivid story and languid stroke.
The piece that you linked to my journal is sitting in my marrow crying, absolutely beautiful,never seen or felt anything like it.
I can't wait till I've got a moment to think so I can start collaborating with you for my next tattoo- thankyou again for the honour. One day I will have one of your pieces of art in my endermis!!!!!
Love n' blood to you