If there's one thing from cemeteries I've learned It's to forget green hair, forget the urns When I'm crumbling, I think it'd be best If you drew diamond hearts on my chest And then, should you need to

Been thinking about Venetian masks lately. You know the type; those white faces, embossed with delicate flowing golden patterns and carnivalesque hats, you'll see at any extravagant masquerade party. Just

Oh, don't mind me, I'm just walkin' home Might take a while though, it's on the other side of the world Yeah, it's a long way to go, I know But it's home So I'll go No matter the road What? Oh, no, I don't

I was in the city earlier today, when I took a little detour and ended up passing by this fountain, and something about it intrigued me. Delicate waves rolling outward, sunlight sparkling and glimmering

So... This little statue, guy... thing. Staring at it, it makes you wonder if it feels anything. Pain? Longing? Or none of that, is it just a bunch of stone? I suppose there's no way to know, really.

I can't forget those two stars in your eyes I stare at them all day long, The burning in my heart is not satisfied You live deep in my heart You live all over my body Without you, my heart is lost, where

Are we there yet? I ask. No, you say. I shut my mouth, but another complaint of mine is on the verge of my lips We've been walking for whole hours through this place My legs are trembling Marching through

There's this little trick that I come back to every now and then, just to mess around with a bit. It's quite simple to set up, really; turn the lights down low, turn your phone's flashlight on, lay it

Heya! Hope you're having a good day today. I felt like drawing something slightly less horrific than my usual pallete, for once, so that's what this is. Here, we can see some flowers, manifesting from

Agh. Come on. How did I forget this password again? I swear, I've logged in here dozens of times. I sit here at my desk, on my new laptop. She's young, merely three weeks out of the box. Runs so perfectly

Heyo internet, I'm back again. Finished another little artwork; this one's about grit. That passion you feel, that beautiful thing that drives you to keep going. And you're still marching on, and it still

Come on. It'll come any time now, I think, slouched in my chair, at my desk. Subtly eyeing the empty page before me with a little guilt. Oh, I know exactly what I could write on it, I have a really great

Here's another redraw of an old art of mine, quite proud of how this one turned out. I don't think there's really any way to explain the thoughts behind this better than just the title; it's about pain,

Content Warning: Very graphic and visceral descriptions of rotting corpses. Proceed with caution.

My little muse (Object to use) I know you are young And the future's confused So you, I could guide So cut off, with knife She who gave you life Cuz' she wants you no mind But you, I sought Always with

First artwork I'm putting up here on Hive, hope y'all like it. I think the best way to put this one is that it's just about... paranoia. When you surround yourself with horror media- horror games, scary

A man walks on a desolate sidewalk, with his eyes up to the void above. He wears a leather jacket, thick and brownish, even at the end of springtime. He's been walking a long time. His feet hurt. And it

Heyo! The name's Patrick, but you can call me Pat, or whatever. Figured I'd make this little post to talk a bit about myself I live in Bucharest with my family, which is pretty much just my 'ma and my