Scream for meContinue Reading
(Experimental work; Copics, Tempera, pencils, graphite and powdered graphite on 18x24cm drawing board)
“You keep dreaming and dark scheming; believing this is us.
I don’t know what the hell you do, when your looks start depleting.
Do you escape a place where pride is chosen over character,
where lies are spun into bright fairy dust, floating through shady fog?
And I feel like I’m drowning in a bed of thorny roses,
…so will you scream for me?”