Hit my head apon the wall Til My brains went SPLAT If only I could get rid of these thoughts like that Individuality and ideals are dead Now everyone just walks around with nothing in their head But memes

I don't know how I could believe That love is more than a match to gasoline Chemical reactions burning intense For a beautiful fleeting moment until there is nothing left I stand here on the edge Broken

Made freehand with colored pencils and pen. Mupilstein is a twisted demon sprouted from the greed of humanity and the lesser creatures of this realm of existence. It has long since gone mad from the insatiable

This is somnium. He's a dream demon who eats children's bad dreams in the night so they won't remember them. Here's my post that shows the original artwork. I started with no patterns only this as my blueprint

Made freehand with colored pencils and pen. If you haven't heard of 2018's best new anime, "Black clover" than you must come check it out. If your a fan of great anime like "Fairytale",

I look into your eyes And not to my surprise I see nothing inside But vapid thoughts and nasty plots Such a pretty face, it'll go to waste Getting chopped away with plastic knives These are just the days

Loss is a person and he stands by my side Constantly causing pain Twisting the knife Just when I think he's gone He's come back again To take the ones I love, family and friends You were my sun with your

Made freehand using acrylic paint and gel pen on the gold parts. I was inspired by the transformation magic users in the manga/anime Black clover. I had a hard time deciding to color his horns gold. Which

Half a heart Hold it broken Leafs scattered in the wind Like thoughts and words unspoken Here I lay cold and broken Bury me with the one I loved Bury me in this grave we've dug Where I can sleep forever

It's hard not to be faithful when it's all I've ever known It's hard to not love you Even when your betrayal cuts to the bone What am I worth? If my all means nothing What am I ? If I'm not worth loving

I had never thought to question this sick little world I've been born into until tonight. After the nightly offerings to the fire had been made Mena, one of the hundreds of my sisters, quietly pulled me

Here you are eyes glossed and grey I never wanted to see you go Selfish, I wanted you to stay But time has taken you away Death is the only constant in my life And it came again to visit in the night

Black rose petals and pale blue water Slowly turning red with the blood of the slaughtered Line up the sinners Sons and daughters Fuel for the fires of the damned Reap the souls sown on this cursed land

I retreat to this lonely space behind my eyes Where I take the back seat Let the autopilot drive Where I can't be hurt by your lack of love and pretty white lies Where the brutal truth and pain resides

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Hallow eyes and sordid fingers The sweet smell of raspberry that still lingers Tongue jet black and full of poison It hunts at night in a cloak of red Long lanky ears hang off it's head Made freehand with

Twisted hands and scary faces Popping out from unknown places Robed, hooded, and dressed in black I start to run, I turn my back There's no such thing as real witchcraft The shadows dance, the robed ones

The famed psychologist Freud is one weird motherfucker in my humble opinion, but he is famed and a common reference in psychology and pop culture. One of his theory's about the pitiful human psyche is

I wanted to share with you this drawing I made from last year. I think he ended up looking like Richie from social repose in the face, haha. picture owned by social repose. This character uses dual blades