I have seen this image before... the same hues, shades and vividness... the familiar lines drawing my eyes towards the same place i've been before... it's a classic someone told me, but its tragic i uttered... the blood that squirts from the neck while judith cuts and breaks, his bold, massive royal neck... slowly she cuts, slowly he grunts...struggling, struggling, trying... he is dying, Dead... life was taken, but it has actually just begun...
Pain, my most avid fan, my confidant... my ultimate inspiration...i know you have never left me, and i doubt you'd ever will. Something I've learned to live with and to actually have a possitive pe