Sin flew over me like wine against rock
So red and you drowned me
The moment when I saw your tear drop
I fell in comatose within your tragedy
So frail and hidden deep in your heart
My ghost of time, my lover of stars
Against the night we flew in despair
I am trapped in your chains of dying
Cut so deep my affection I shall end in love
Live in Morte and breathe in fumes
Such poison to my blood
Consumed in all darkness from your soul
I am yours in eternity even in death
Resurrection, breathe deep
My lips are stained of you
Left me with a trace of nothing
Sweet nothings of emptied looks
Dead roses upon the window
Lay in memory of your sweet haz
To the stars at night and the moonlit path
As she roams through the shadow casted woods
A small gaze upon an Angels face
A look for those who've fallen from Grace
Sorrows of torment and a soft weep of nothing
Solitude clutches her in so much more
To Death be swift and carry on wings
An unfrightful end to a peaceful sleep
Oh sweet solitude be graced in her Melancholy tastes
For mourning to the midnights silence
can never be fixed
Carry on sweet girl
Misery is never the answer
Never an end to all things lost
You are only hindered within this gap
A world so small and forgotten in Gloom
Your heavy heart can be released from this
And you cut me l
Ponder on and admire this veil
Look through a shrouded truth
Only Death be untold, unseen, in need
Immortality forgive for I do not see
Fogs of life, a gold string of health
Slips through a daze, a cut, a breath
Shall a spirit be what I am to come?
Or a wanderer of truth in light so bright?
A damned creature of the Dark, a Nymph of night perhaps
To remember the days of love and rest
And forgive the isolation of anguish and lies
I am a statue of all that dies
Pity for those who in vain remain
Under the dirt, lost in the past
Another tomb to gaze, another face
Shadows of stone around my soul
I'm so lost in my love for all those forlorn
Hyper Speed motion of those who walk past
My history runs through your veins
So deep, I am a parasitic fantasy
I can see what you most desire
And and smell your deepest fears
So clear that my thirst for your skin becomes my animal instinct
I can only imagine how strong the iron courses through your blood
So I hunt..
You notice I have followed your precious soul
A glimpse of stone grey eyes in the light of the Moon
I hear you gasp and my hunger grows more
Out of hiding I pursue your death
Such a beautiful creature that your suffering will do me good
As I walk towards your body you are lost in a gaze
You shut your eyes and see vis
Lets go back long ago to 1700's, when slaves were everywhere and sugar plantations were vast. Across a short distance to Haiti is where this story begins. A baby named Annie Mae Patterson was born and was raised by a Haitian Voodoo Priestess who was also her nanny through her younger years. When she became old enough to marry, she moved to Jamaica and found her married to wealthiest sugar plantation named John Rose Palmer in 1820.
He owned Rose Hall, which was the most famous out of the giant houses in Jamaica. Rose Hall is located east of Montego Bay. Their plantation measured thousands of acres with 2000 slaves to manage this. She ruled he
Egypt bring me back home.
Save my soul in the Ancient sands.
Let me worship you again in the festivals long gone.
Paint my hair jet black and once more wear the vibrant coal of make up past.
I long to touch the stone pillars that once rose high above me.
And bathe in the cold of the Nile with my brothers and sisters beside me.
To sail to the Delta with cries of joy towards me
I remember the magick and the spark of the Temples
Whenever I walk in, A sense of peace comes over me
The palm trees and the oasis' on the palace grounds
All surrounded by the heat of the sand
Sitting on the side of the Pharaoh is my place in the Land
So many years of not knowing
So many minutes of just wondering
A thousand tears shed
For someone's love that's long dead (far to long)
To many guilty thoughts of blaming myself
Knowing I am the cause of your bitter world
No matter what they say
You can blame your hatred on me
I'll keep it close to my Heart
It's my punishment to bear until the end
Mirror, Mirror in my hand
Please tell me where he is now
Is this a trick, an evil prank
or a horrible Dream? (So ready to wake up)
Please let me wake up in your arms
and tell me they are just my Illusions
Infested with thoughts of you
Once upon a time
There was a little girl named Alice
Who lived in a little house and slept in a little room.
Her little room was filled and dolls and picture books galore
But with every eye there ever was, was staring at her with doom.
During the bright and sunny day, she'd like to go out to play, have fun and forget
But when the night crawls out from behind the sun, she shivers under her blanket
For she knows something lurks beneath her bed
One dusk evening, when Alice was preparing for bed
Her mother walked in and and tucked her in tightly with a soft kiss to the head
Before she got to far out the bedroom door
Alice explained to
What to Look For
When it comes to stock images there is no better time to be picky. With both free and purchased stock, be discerning. Once you start being picky about what stock you use, and even better when you start using premium stock, you will notice your quality of work will increase a significant amount. Better ingredients means better results.
ClarityYou want a crisp clear image with a very very low amount of noise, no motion blur caused by a shaky camera, and completely no artificial effects and edits. Noise is the most common issue, but also the easiest to deal with (to an extent) as long as the image is a good size. Which brings u
Winter Art Feature - NOT STOCK!
Hahaha okay so I guess it's been several months since I've updated.
The portfolio review thing with Gearbox Software went well! I got a very nice letter from the director of the art department that explained what everyone thought of my work and what was the favorite piece and whatnot. (Which I will probably be sharing soon just cuz.) And then I got a hardcover edition of The Art of Borderlands 2 signed by the whole art department there! So neato!! I looked at an internship there for like over the summer and I am severely underqualified hahaha, so I just closed the tab.
Currently juggling classes and all that jazz and will continue being ful
I've added some photos for people to use as stock. Whether drawing, photo manips and more. I'll add more as I go along but I've loaded enough for tonight. I just wanted to clear up somethings on stock use:
-Please do not 'dismember' me to fit another model or 'dismember' another model to fit me. This also includes clothing, jewels, hair and my tail.
-You can add make up, tears, markings hair colour changes and more to help create the look better
-When using my photo please credit the photographer AND I as the Model where ever you decide to upload.
-If you have a facebook page for your work I'd love to trade links and there I can give full