Comburi Cremare, if only i could open the chest for the air to pass...

It's so hot inside, so hot, it burns...

Burns... burns the soul!

Burns the organs!

The heart!

The blood is in eternal combustion.

i have no pen and i must draw

Teeth bared, you chew your lies,

call it truth with steady eyes.

Hands look clean in open light,

but drip red shadows out of sight.

Images that i forget to post, or, when i posted, it was dark here ;--;

Teeth sink deeper where shadows ignite,

Bones crack softly in hunger’s quiet rite,

I swallow your voice with a feral delight,

And taste what you were in the dead of night.

Eh, the paper just cutted because a bunch of ink or theses pen things.

So i completed drawing in one notebook haha.

I don't need that notebook;-;

So, okay then ;-;

Scopophobia

Good Afternoon ;-;

I Love You

The advantages of distancing from reality...

yes.. Yes... YES.

Words do not describe lives, they do not describe anything, nothing.

Please, please, it burns the mind and invigorates your spirit.

@GHOST30 ;-;

The trees:

Spores John Doe