Today is National Scribble Day, so I asked my girlfriend to draw me a scribble to create something from. It took me a bit to see something in it, but I flipped the sketchbook upside-down and found a bear! Is she falling or dancing? It depends on which way you turn it!
Darkness filled with suicidal motions, a death of a little girl, tears in poverty, and madness further. What shivers await? Alien life forms compose a last symphony.
Dead lady in the arms of lad within cemetery walks of life. Tears greatly emerge to distort the valley of mirrors. Walking, crying, there be a day to repeat itself while sorrow slowly consumes him.
A medical condition in which the few deal with such discrimination and discomfort in such realm. Looking for answers while some societies accept, as others do not. Humans in voyages, looking for rest and ease.
Walking beast consume liquid to twist minds into horrid measure. Running away, outside dark realms, children always seem to suffer. Tears under this bed, in time, will he find you?
Thoughts carry a weight in this silent wave. Looking for speaking methods, but be the nervous vessel that distance experience. Hidden creature comfort in isolation, creation.
Inability to look deep within motions of identity, to claim further regions, but to hide beneath a truth. Social interaction featured in the removal. Voyage loom near.
Featured removal in this valley of roaming fears, the truth in dreams haunt this region. Compose mind, down the holes of madness present themselves. Tears and insanity follow his pleasure.
To take child deep within forest rupture. Complete horrid nightmare of brooding night further here. To run away, to escape, the release, in chains be this consumption.
Shattered creature looking for balance, but be damaged by the decisions of wrongly waves. Tears, anger, this fire emerges to boil from within. Lost mind at distant way.
Bright booze confirm an odd expression of sorrow and a look to lively eyes at this dance. Calamity surges through waves by which may emerge discomfort.
