current state · Digital drawing · Drawing/Sketch · Life · Line art · meloncholia · Personal · reflective

His-ther-yell, drakoi. . drakoinia

Be the illusion my friends.


What else is there my homely Tituba,

What more can you say my little Abigail?


Cry crucible my dear Miller.

Cry me a styx,

how long is this,

What do I owe from all these,

Only of  known sins of mine.


Aloofed all day of rapture til on morrow;

On a word and with silence came a loving sweet smile

from a grey bearded one.


You love your sorrow enough,

to be saved.

You can not be here anymore.

Come back to her.

She is Waiting.

The world is not yours,

It’s theirs.