| LET YOUR LIFE BE YOUR DREAM. INTEGRITY. HONESTY. IT’S TOO LATE FOR ME. DON’T LOOK BACK ‘TIL YOU’RE FREE TO CHASE THE MORNING…YIELD FOR NOTHING... |
| Huddled in the cellar, Fear caught in their eyes. Daring not to move or breathe, As the creature cries. Fingernails start scratching, On the outside wall. Clawing at the windows, Come to me it calls. Atmospheres electric, As it now descend the stairs. Hiding in the darkness, Is so futile from its glare. Death comes in an instant, As they hoped it would. Souls ascend to heaven, While it feasts on flesh and blood... |
--
the secret to all creativity is knowing how to hide your sources
--
Cooper
--
***************************************************
'loneliness shapes weirdtop like water erodes stone'
***************************************************
--
Yea!
Metal!
It comes from HELL!!!
--
[link]
Me at my best
--
Don`t worry what other people think about you. They are to busy worrying what you think of them.
I've never been better...thanks for your concern...I'm drawing again...
Why not...Naxellion is too long...
I've been busy lately...Hopefully I will read all messages and see all of "new" deviations...
How are you?
--
Yea!
Metal!
It comes from HELL!!!
--
Alexandre Guilbeault | Design | Digital Arts | Photography
--
Yea!
Metal!
It comes from HELL!!!
Previous Page12345...Next Page