Here is an example of my work :)
I will be updating my Art portfolio as the months go by,
and I'm hoping for some positive feedback & critiques.
Thank You so much for all of your support guys,
I'll be sure to keep you posted :) <3
"Return & Then There Was Silence" by PaperHeartsInWinter <3
Something inside me is driving, it's firing and crackling, I'm losing control. There's something inside me, it's burning and melting, I can't stop this feeling. There's something about me that scares me so much, when the rain stops, I begin drowning. I can't stop this now, and I want to scream for the skies to help me. The blood is pulsing, and I can't help myself. Where am I? I want to find myself. Lost in the storm of icy hell. Everything looks so familiar, I was born here and I can't get out.
Tonight the blue flames will shoot across the skylines, reaching you and withdrawing between my asteroids. Static beams, electricity, tingling through my fingertips. Strip your skin off, and let me see your golden lightening tainted by those colorful fireworks matching your foregone innocence. The thunder comes to bleed green teardrops as the blue paintbrush thickens and blends with my icing.
Now I'm screaming, slicing the walls with my bruised metallic silver blades. Sharp enough to clink against the desperate feelings, I get when I think of these kinds of things. When does the end come? Walking in circles, when does the help come? When will the Earth come to take me back down, as if nature could strike me, when the stars can finally walk out. I'm so blinded by this winter sun, and the seasons take a moment to render the very last one, since the beginning, and how she knew you.
Something inside me, is trying to control me. I'm screaming and fighting, because I am not about to lose. There is something about me that makes me feel so paranoid, like I'm about to implode as the world around me comes crashing down. I will follow, but it has already found me, laid me in a ditch as it is coming. I'm on fire, it's been burning for days and hours now. I wish it would just let me go now, I've been running for several nights in this dark cloud.
Something about it, reeks of silence. Something inside it, has me bound. I can't stop this feeling, and I'm hurting because of it now. I just tried forever to find it and they told me I'd be able to keep my life. I don't want to fight it anymore than I have, but my life is telling me I'm going to sacrifice everything if I don't stand my ground. I hear the purple in his sanity when the rings come from bells. The ringing goes on forever as if I can't hear anything else.
Have I lost it, but I just need to find myself. I'm already dying, dying to get out. I am so fearful of being done and rid of this. This is all I've known from the very ending of the chapters sewn together out of order. Stitched together, and not a part of, and a storm is coming in my head. The waves are crashing and I'm so blood-bound, with everything that hasn't been coming around. Belts and buckles, streets and couples, dancing and killing, I'm so sick and tired of all these sounds. The numbers racing in and out.
Every month it's been a new series of nightmares, at night I'm sickened by the cries coming out of my own fears. It's been an angry, delegated by everything, no need for hurry because I'm not going anywhere. If the rainstorm doesn't kill me. I'll walk along the frozen boulevard. If the snow has melt, and I'm happy, then my body will finally burn in hell.
If the clouds clear, and I'm talking, then my fingers will no longer work. I've been killing out in the night, and everything has lingered on my breathe like a storm. Inside my brain though, I've been hiding, and I am paralyzed waiting for a way out. But these bullets, shredded silvers, blades like axles, not the might. In the morning I have eaten the souls, of every thought that comes and goes. Please will you find me, caves of gold, if it doesn't happen, I'll lose for sure. I am dying inside of my mind, if I cannot escape this torture that I've defined.
There is something deep inside. I'm scared to fight it, or the true fear may reveal itself. I'm scared to fight it, or I may not come out alive.
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