TalentWhat do I do?
Why do I care?
Pain, embedded so deep and ever so softly underneath the consious,
Will you be the one, to take it away?
To look at your wrist and see your pulse is to know your alive;
its to know you still have purpose and the ability to change things.
Reckless Pain
Breathe your coldness into me and I'm yours to damage.
Bait me with your words and I'm hooked to you.
Caress me with your spoken thoughts and I melt to your satisfaction.
Hurt me with your love and I am hunting you down.
Sweep your lips across my skin and my soul is touched.
Bewitch me with your eyes and my heart is bound in chains.
Glare your pain into my eyes, I'm already crying.
Breathe your hatred into me, I'm here for you to do damage.
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nothing
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portfolio---> [link]
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Art Director, UI Design
deviantART, Inc.
Denying gravity, and learning To fly.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
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