Atlantis is exhausted from the required readings for the MFAC bibliography.
He works so hard!
Here are the results for the fantasy section of the survey.
A quick sketch of me. Scott Pilgrim style! Well….kinda. -.-;;
I notice that whenever I’m stressing out, I draw a lot. O.o
Even if they are terrible drawings. XD
What a cold, cold night.
The ice-crystals crinkle on my skin.
My once steady heartbeat grows light.
My warm breath is wearing thin:
The cold hinders my blood flow.
It binds me to the ground.
I can only see the lamppost’s glow.
I barely utter a tiny sound:
I sink into the concrete’s frigid embrace.
There was nothing else to keep me warm.
My eyes are shut, as the icy lips kiss my face.
My last thoughts as I take a misty form:
Now, I wander about on the foggy streets.
I am followed by the stench of spirits and rats.
I am an empty vessel; I wish to feel complete.
Only you can offer me that.
Please Hold Me.
It was so cold that night.