While I know I've drawn a lot of Pyramid head as of late... theres a true reason why this one came up. I'm sure a lot of people think that Pyramid Head is used by me as another smut object, and for a while, he was. But last night, that did a full 180 on me, thanks to my dream.

I will say something before I go into my dream. I am a fucked up, tormented bitch. I have my ... "ex-step-father" to blaim for that. I came from a long line of drug and achohol abuse. I can't emphysise whats it like to come home from school when your 6, fearing if you're gonna die that day because your step-dad is drunk again... I delt with this for 5 years. And believe me. Thats was enough. While the rest of my family seems to have some side effects after the ordeal, I seemed to have gotten the shit end of the stick. I have nightmares still, to this day, about him coming for me. Trying to hurt me.

Thats what this image was about. I dreamt I was running from him, feeling my body ache from pain he had already caused. My foot appearently broke in my dream, because for a split second I woke up, felt my foot hurting then fell back into the dream. Troy was waiting for me, faceless, and looming over me. Just as I curled into a ball, crying, Here he came- Pyramid Head. He grabbed Troy, lifted him off the ground and with his free hand pulled me closer to him, keeping me safe. I woke after that, nearly dying of air and my whole left leg hurt bad. But when I noticed it was 11am, I knew that it was a dream. And pyramid Head was there, to help me.