the eyes
the eyes remind me of Hellsing
When The Dream speaks blood, the night extrudes the corpses through the moist soil. Of the very sin that began the massacre, Her forgotten flesh permits once more the chaos that ensues Her death. The earth exudes the foul scent of dying. Hope and worship become meaningless. Reality fails to withhold the feeble stability it once possessed. Irrationality takes control. The living mind becomes dominant no more.
The only truth suitable for Her beautiful nightmare, forgotten behind the tongue. The eyes perceive the entrancing remains of reason, placed together with memories lost. Strange is this gap, as all is something. Even the sky is rusted.
It's so very easy to forget I have a face in this lifelong darkness.
And the darkness shines red.
the eyes
the eyes remind me of Hellsing
Very thought-provoking,
Too seldom do such artworks carry an appropriate message as well as the caption below the above piece. It is dark, both literally and emotionally, and seems to strike a peal in the dim corners of the mind. As if to say, will there be a light at the end of that tunnel, or a mere descent into utter madness with no return in sight? Nevertheless, it is my belief that 'Gods Exhumed by Darkness' deserves nothing short of high votes.
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