I found this, and it doesn't really apply to present circumstances. However, I felt that it's been hidden in the shadows long enough, and deserves it's moment in the sun.

I liken all I have and lost
To the awful, hateful, painful cost
Of love long shunned and cast away
Of yet another wasted day

I hear a whisper crying out
To tired to try, to scared to shout
Screaming in blissful agony
As it tries to save what’s left of me

The tattered scraps of my mind
Are all that’s left for it to find
The voice, it cries all in vain
Forced to endure such endless pain

The pain of being left for dead
No one seeing the blood that’s shed,
The piece of heart that’s been ripped away
The incessant void that tries to stay.

The void defines my every move
The very feeling wounds me deep
I creep, not knowing where to go

A rough Self Portrait done completely on the computer in a total of 20 - 30 minutes. This was done a while ago, and appears also on my poor neglected webcomic that I will be reviving soon.

Yeah, so this is the first post. I'm gonna post a quick little poem in here just to get things started on the right track. There ain't gonna be anything but artistic/creative shit in here. If there is any drama...it will all be implied and never outright said.

Because drama sucks unless it's beautiful.