Bid me live, and i live,
Bid me die and i will die,
your love, your life controls my being,
as if waking from a dream, i jolt,
icy claws raking down my spine,
the realisation that your gone,
waking moments pass to memory,
but memory cannot pass the test of time,
fading is your face,
Haunted, your deep dark hair,
Dark green jaded eyes,
red lips, a fatal attraction,
so bid me die, and end my life,
or bid me live, and free my soul,
trapped,
im yours forever.
staring at the darkness above,
she sits in quite contemplation,
her fate sealed, and delivered.
twisting shapes contort around her,
shrouding her in darkness,
screaming she succumbs to silence,
Pain wracks her like a thousand needles
Ripping at her flesh, rending her to pieces.
A rush of breath, her body limp,
Yet in the cold lifeless eyes, warmth stirs,
Breaking the darkness that flees like a hundred rooks,
Her colours, exposed to the sea of life,
Bright, unwavering, she is dead,
But in death, she is alive.
Beautiful artist, creating colours,
why do you paint so bold?
is it your mind sees things we cant.
do you appreciate the unseen and unheard?
where do your ideas come from?
a dark sence of forboding.
once a defender of liberty, an example of good in this world,
have you lost your will, or have you had it amplified by the wrong in this world?
you are a great friend, tho met we have not,
someone who if i need it, will offer advice,
you survived dark times,
is it this that allows you to see so many colours?
i believe that once in the dark, you see the light from a brighte angle.
a misguided sence of right and wrong you dont have.
A single tear rolls down his face,
Falling to his knees he weeps,
Silently into the light.
A celestial blade, pierces even the darkest heart.
She was everything to him,
But he had squandered his rights.
Taken during the first light of the new year,
Malevolence took her,
Punishment for all the promises and dreams broken.
Scattered across his now empty house,
Remnants of a bright future,
On the floor like broken glass,
His crimes, too numerous to mention,
His victims haunt his dreams.
Relentless until death releases his spirit to darkness,
A clenched fist beating off a steel door,
Smeared blood across his face,
Standing i
Bid me live, and i live,
Bid me die and i will die,
your love, your life controls my being,
as if waking from a dream, i jolt,
icy claws raking down my spine,
the realisation that your gone,
waking moments pass to memory,
but memory cannot pass the test of time,
fading is your face,
Haunted, your deep dark hair,
Dark green jaded eyes,
red lips, a fatal attraction,
so bid me die, and end my life,
or bid me live, and free my soul,
trapped,
im yours forever.
Gaurdian Angel
You saw me falling? How did u?
I ask these things every night before I sleep.
Before I pray my soul the lord does keep,
I see an angel in my mirror staring back at me,
The image in her eyes sets says a lot, you see?
The smiling beauty stares at me with so much love,
It's hard to believe that she's from above
Her golden blonde hair, her ice blue eyes
Her red cherry lips, she weeps then cries
She seen me falling, she seen me die,
My wings torn from my back I fall from way up high
I have the dream of falling, falling, the wind rushing through my hair,
Before my body hits the ground, open emotionless, my eyes stare
i hear the screams at night,
the fear of a thousand shatters my spine,
i feel the warmth on my hands,
i feel the blood running freely,
haha, the blood, yes the blood,
the warm trickle across my lips,
the screams of my victim muffled by my gun,
i feel their body girate in pain,
i take this knife, blood from a hundred,
i dig it deep into the abdomen, they try,
they cant, hahah, i drag it from side to side, in one fluent action,
the blood spills forth like an unholy fountain,
i revel in its beauty for a second,
before removing the gun from thier mouth
i want to hear them scream, beg for thier life,
i taste the warm iorn, the
So i have decided to start making vector art again. I had a sister account on here but i seem to have forgotten the password and ID... doh.
Its odd looking back and seeing all the old stuff I posted, and the topics I chose to share with the world. In...
Seems like only yesterday i was saying goodbye to the Dev art groups and friends I made, Some of which i have known the past 8 years and though live so far away have become part of my life.
I decided the other week to delete all my old work and start fresh with new stuff.. However i cannot bring myself to remove the work i have already added. Mainly because.. it was part of me way back then. I have lost my touch, So wish to re-invent myself as a digital artist, Starting with what i know best.. Vector.
I want to get to a stage where i can sit at a computer.. or tablet and knock up the basis of a decent image without the need to trace.
I jus