

Monster Monster...We grow up afraid of the monster under our bed, or the monster in the closet.Monster Monster...
But really what were afraid of is our own monster.
Our monster feeds on select things...things no one should have to see. Fresh roadkill, Freeway accidents that paint the road, Babies being burned alive, Wounds inflicted repeatedly to those they should care for, Desperate attempts to save a 5 year old whose missing a leg already,
The smell of burning flesh that permeates our brain, Fleeting attempts to stop bleeding, that ends in screaming at the blood to stop...


PleasePlease...Please
If you would, let me sleep while were apart. So that I can dream of her and when I wake, let her be there So that I can tell her With a small smirk on my face That even in my dreams She looks the best in my arms.
only the one I drew had a unibrow lol...
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I LOVE LIFE!
(you should, too.)
P.S. Neat gallery you have
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I LOVE LIFE!
(you should, too.)
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~I do so enjoy making sense. ...Too bad I don't manage it more often.
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