There is a much more fluid and chaotic tone to this work of yours. Where there is often symmetry outside, in here there is an off balance. A skeleton of a being whom bleeds yet clicks to clockwork.Stitched and woven to the underside beneath a cloak of many faces. The element I am possibly taking from this work is a sense of being incomplete.

Do tell as to the bitterness in the words and their own reflection in this work if any.

You're not too far off honestly, for to me, she is.. Unnamed, an Incomplete and Unfinished work. Something, or.. someone that will never be fulfilled.

Her- my? World is a world of the incomplete, where on the surface, the people dwell like clockwork, their very responses and words calculated and measured. There is... "happiness" in this Surface World, yet when one delves under the surface, one would begin to see the heinous deeds, the filth and the chaos that really is, the being.

Too often, one tries to shroud themselves, clothe their inner monster. When the veil is torn however, only then do you see how incomplete a man, a woman, could be, often times stitched together by their own hands, affixing parts that do not belong to themselves -just- to... "belong".

Such are the things I was pondering when I created the Unnamed. The stanzas a mere reflection of the truth that is the chaos beneath.

This is great
I really like this one, in fact I'm finding it hard to look away

Be careful! Wont want to get your antlers sucked into a dark dark world like that now would you!

Thank you for the comment, and the favorite Rally, I appreciate it : 3