
Sometimes, late at night when all is quiet
save for the roar of thoughts that keep sleep at bay,
I let my armor of the day shed itself away.
I shrug off the burdens and regret.
The words left unspoken, and the anxieties I keep secret.
I let the stifling guise I wear for the masses loose.
I take a deep breath and sigh
and let free my vulnerable truth.
Only here alone in the dark,
do I let my broken bits be seen.
Only to the pale moon so stark,
Can I count the missing pieces left of my scarred heart.
Just a bit of purge art. This time of year is always a little rough for a lot of people. Be it cause they are lonely or suffering seasonal depression. I like to purge these blues I sometimes feel by pouring them into an art piece. I think this one came out pretty damn awesome all things considering.
Wicked © wickedlewolf
save for the roar of thoughts that keep sleep at bay,
I let my armor of the day shed itself away.
I shrug off the burdens and regret.
The words left unspoken, and the anxieties I keep secret.
I let the stifling guise I wear for the masses loose.
I take a deep breath and sigh
and let free my vulnerable truth.
Only here alone in the dark,
do I let my broken bits be seen.
Only to the pale moon so stark,
Can I count the missing pieces left of my scarred heart.
Just a bit of purge art. This time of year is always a little rough for a lot of people. Be it cause they are lonely or suffering seasonal depression. I like to purge these blues I sometimes feel by pouring them into an art piece. I think this one came out pretty damn awesome all things considering.
Wicked © wickedlewolf
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
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