My Shadow man, with pockets full of sand... Its a lonesome life you lead.
These lonely tears I cry keep me in chains, and I wish they'd release me. It's in despair that I find faith, So summon the night to bow down to day--- I've been screaming without knowing, For cold is the night, but colder still is the heart made of stone.
This is the depth of my heart's depravity.
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After seeing all those black and white Frankenstein films at school-- I couldn't get that black, grainy texture out of my head, haha. Just some dabbleing with black and white and a little poetry--- with a heartstring-tugging scene from "Amy's Choice". I actually think its sorta gritty-looking in an enjoyable way.