your skin is see-through

rattle your bones lose

break all visceral connections

don't let them see what makes you

you are just a mere savage

with no bullets to spare

you've got bombs against you

in this cold twisted warfare

but the world is in its awakening

blood courses through your veins

you're still alive

you're breathing

you're alive

so run

run for your life

save your soul 

before they take it

before you morph 

into something more grotesque

than what we've all become

look at us 

look at the monsters we've become

look at the embers fading in our eyes

look at our broken bones

look at our broken homes

look into my eyes

be afraid 

be hypnotized

look at me

when  i scream your name

when i shake you awake

when i tell you

save your soul

for you are a lovely creature

and this lonely world

{how lonely it is, indeed}

is nothing

but grateful to have you

{merely breathing and alive

in all your loveliness

in all of your flaws

in all of your perfection}

in it

• It's 1 am.
• I am browsing through art blogs
• and thinking how i suck so much
• This is the first time that I attempted to sketch a realistic face. 
• I am not very good at it.
• I suck at this.
• ...like I suck in playing the piano....
• It's frustrating. 
• When will I ever be good enough?
• I think my painting on canvas will be such a fail.
• Nope. My failure will most likely not be epic, but shameful, instead.
• Seriously. 
• I am not even kidding or exaggerating. 
• Sigh. 
• Sigh
• A million sighs
• Good night. 
• or should I say good morning?
• Nah, I haven't slept yet. 
• My mother will be furious.
• No, she won't cause she won't know I'm still up at this hour spending life on the Internet.