Why I Can't SleepWhy can't I sleep? why can't the sun rise quicker? Why can't the world spin faster, along with the hands of time?Why I Can't Sleep
These two hands of mine shape the past and future as well. They choose the fate of my life and my passage to hell. ... there's no denying it.
They decide how long I live and how long I would like others to to live But these hands do not shape destiny. They have little decision on what fate has in store for me, you, or the rest of the universe.
These hands were forged by Mother Earth and Father Time. These tools belong to
SqueezeWith restrained eye-catches andSqueeze
soft brushings of flesh it began.
Beautifully, it began.
He needs my arms wrapped around his waist in order to become overburdened with sleep.
Elsewise, his eyes remain clouded in a wild glaze, reddened by the curtains of smoke and
empty from the acts around him.
One hand was always present, an anchor to his needs. Those needs of his. He needed me.
I began with the random leases of that sculpted body,
and then a permanent holding on that brief heart. I take the soul, a short-lived loan, and squeeze, s
Music man!
. Anyways, I've been making alot more music than visual artwork. I spent too much of my savings account on another career pursuit so i am unable to take it anywhere at the moment. But that day will come... in the mean time you can enjoy some poetry I've wrote. 
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The first to speak is the first to lie...
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Yes, I am morbid.
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Yes, I am morbid.
You're art is good, so keep up the good work.
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The latest in thank you pics: [link]
My avie was made by ~liriophin - Thank you soooooo much!
Your art does NOT suck
so stop saying dat
*more bapping for good measure*
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