Rusty Dub Streets Sketch

Down the Valley of Perdition

 

... the hunter became the prey

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just another love story...

As his heart pumped his words out, he knew it wasn't necessary to be strong but to feel strong...
Suddenly there were no gaps left to fill... he was ready to move on.

Hind

Releasing myself from the material trap of civilization to explore my own spiritual nature, i woke my mind's natural healing ability. I closed my eyes and transcend into times of empathy...

Breeder of Sinners

knowing that his self-contained nature will never lead him through hollow lands, he morphed his soul in the form of a bird as a mediator… but his eager to attachments made him a wingless creature, stuck… the life in his womb will never see the light; sentenced to eternal auto-pilot...

Paradox of Time

...as i was trying to drown my sorrows, i forgot that each wasted day is a future regret.

Pupa

...and it wove itself carefully into a cocoon of its own thoughts.

at loss for words

As some say voice is a human gift that should be cherished and used, silence is equivalent... Words seem like dispensable stains, at loss for words i tend to progress...
 

(under construction)

handmades...

As much as I enjoy drawing, I found a new way to release my anger.

Sleeping Geisha Earrings

Weight on my Shoulders...

Dead Weight of Human Waste

". . .an ever-increasing spawning class of human beings who never should have been born at all."

Monstrous Vermin

as heavy as i felt i tried to morph my body and give myself wings, but i'll always remain a monstrous vermin...