rebloggin cuz i realy like this.
This is one of the best pictures ive done, ngl
Sandman Mystery Porn Theater
This is where i put a bunch of of my drawings.
When the low heavy skies weigh like a lid
On the spirit aching for the light
And when, embracing the horizon,
it pours on us a black day wich is sadder than any night
When the earth is turned into a creeping dungeon,
in wich hope, like a bat, flutters blindly,
and bruises its timid wing and tender head against the walls and rotten ceiling
When the rain stretching its long streaks of water,
imitates the bars of an enourmous prison
the silent throng of loathsome spiders come
and weave their webs inside our brains
Suddenly the bells swing angrily,
and herald their hideous uproar
like a band of wandering spirits and wail relentlesly
And long hearses without drums or music
Follow a slow procession through my soul
And defeated hope bursts into tears
And the fierce tyrant anguish sets his black banner on my bowed head
When the low heavy sky weighs like a lid on the spirit, aching for the light
and when embracing the horizon it pours on us a black day which is sadder than any night
When the earth is turned into a dripping dungeon in which hope like a bat flutters blindly
and bruises its timid wing and tender head against the walls and rotted ceilings
When the rain stretching down its long streaks of water imitates the bars of an enormous prison
and a silent throng of loathsome spiders come and weave their webs inside our brains
and suddenly the bells swing angrily, and hurl their hideous uproar into the sky like a band of wandering spirits, who wail relentlessly
and long hearses without drums or music move in a slow procession through my soul
and defeated hope bursts into tears
and the fierce tyrant, Anguish, sets his black banner on my bowed head
rebloggin cuz i realy like this.
When the low heavy sky weighs like a lid on the spirit, aching for the light
and when embracing the horizon it pours on us a black day which is sadder than any night
When the earth is turned into a dripping dungeon in which hope like a bat flutters blindly
and bruises its timid wing and tender head against the walls and rotted ceilings
When the rain stretching down its long streaks of water imitates the bars of an enormous prison
and a silent throng of loathsome spiders come and weave their webs inside our brains
and suddenly the bells swing angrily, and hurl their hideous uproar into the sky like a band of wandering spirits, who wail relentlessly
and long hearses without drums or music move in a slow procession through my soul
and defeated hope bursts into tears
and the fierce tyrant, Anguish, sets his black banner on my bowed head
When the low heavy sky weighs like a lid on the spirit, aching for the light
and when embracing the horizon it pours on us a black day which is sadder than any night
When the earth is turned into a dripping dungeon in which hope like a bat flutters blindly
and bruises its timid wing and tender head against the walls and rotted ceilings
When the rain stretching down its long streaks of water imitates the bars of an enormous prison
and a silent throng of loathsome spiders come and weave their webs inside our brains
and suddenly the bells swing angrily, and hurl their hideous uproar into the sky like a band of wandering spirits, who wail relentlessly
and long hearses without drums or music move in a slow procession through my soul
and defeated hope bursts into tears
and the fierce tyrant, Anguish, sets his black banner on my bowed head