Spores John Doe

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.

Let it spread inside your mind, a creeping scarlet vine,

Twisting through your thoughts until your will is not just mine.

Petals fall like whispered sins no soul can cast aside,

A ritual bloom that takes its root where darker truths reside.

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

Double-edged knife

Eyes ;-;

I don't know where in the comunity put this, so, i will put in art or weirdcore ;-;

And Good Night :>

machine cake

microwave

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 ;-;

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