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 perspective on... You whom everyone else abhores i have learned to embrace... with Pain i feel human... i bleed...my blood flows, down my chest up to my loins...with this i draw your eyes, i draw your eyes, i stab myself, you turn  your head, you turn your head... with the colors and the hues, i know you'll think of me as i think of you... Pain... hold my hand  and run into the rain... Pain... no sorrow, no joys, no pain, no life... Pain...

Welcome to via doloroso, the painful way. what pain has done to me, and what i have done with pain   ART!