Your loneliness drips into my heart with each glance I take into your sorrow filled eyes. This pain that resides deep in my chest is your fault but not of your choice. I wish nothing more but to depar...

The intent of the artist is conveyed within the strokes of a long brush that fallow not the hand but the misery of there heart. This is a selfish act to do considering what the order will think of the...

A man driven by sadness walks into a rusty looking bar that lies at the end of a road called shepherds lane. With an empty heart and a sorrow filled mind he sits excited for his poison. A gruff lookin...