"He calls it 'love.' Such a strange concept, indeed. Yet he'll persist in suffering it's definitionless existance. I do not understand it, but I understand what it does to him. This is why his world must be purged of it."

I've tried to hold on as you've slowly slipped away
I'm losing the fight, I've treated you so wrong now let me make it right
a7x

I actually like this one. Alot. It not only is what I wanted it to be, but it perfectly captures what I was feeling at the time. Amour Rein is kind of my take on death (hence the scythe) and other dark things. I never was able to picture death as this faceless, hooded skeleton. Death doesn't so much take you away from this world as he guides you to a different one; so I don't believe he's a form which should be met with aversion.

It should probably be noted that the sleeping form is not the being who needs to be purged; it's the love which is to be purged.

Art © me
Character © me
Some of you might recognize him from >this< picture. His name is Amour Rein. Black cheetah with white markings.