After the war everything and eveyone was grey
After the clash everything was a struggle
With the encounter of death there was bloodshed
And..if it wasn't for me...we wouldn't be in this mess and confusion
Everyday I wake up in the trash pile, that I call my bed
The sweet dreams don't come to me like they used too..
Before this horrible mess....before the chaotic accident.
After the clash everything was a struggle
With the encounter of death there was bloodshed
And..if it wasn't for me...we wouldn't be in this mess and confusion
Everyday I wake up in the trash pile, that I call my bed
The sweet dreams don't come to me like they used too..
Before this horrible mess....before the chaotic accident.
Well I just wanted to do a little poem/story to this drawing this time..
Overall I like how this turned out but the shoulders are a little awkward..
anyway, enjoy :3
