Once Again its time for some poetry… I know you guys have been missing my stuff, so here you are.
I call this one Smiling Dream Addict
SMILING DREAM ADDICT
The sorrow mocks your dim, dill, expressionless face.
It tastes your fears as you feebly weep in front of society.
Mock, bitter, emotions consuming your inner-essence.
Ice cold sweat beads stretching down your brow. Drenching; deadening your senses.
You kneel, not liable to the rampant freaks of this generation.
There's an empty bottle of Wild Turkey hanging from your near-to-lifeless fingers.
--A person of your own, you are.-
Solemnly, as a tear makes its way into the corner of your mouth
You smile upon savoring the salt from the shred.
Reluctance crosses your mind once more, before you cast off into artificial reality.
Dream. Of the days you were alone, cold and broken hearted, bruised and scathed.
This is where you puncture your flesh.Cutting is no necessity to you.
For your pain comes from within.From your inner-most memories.
-And this you enjoy-
Crystalline, and ominous.Contradictory, but, just a bit.
Flesh beads arced across your being. Nothing but imagination.
Smile on.For your dreams are all you have left.Your addiction is healthy.
-I love you Natalie

Infested Skull... one of my originals.. i havent drawn like that since... well since i used to draw that well... i kinda miss it... it took me 19 hours.
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