My mind is warped, held by a psychic force
After death is when life is born
taking flight and soar through the skies and more
ignite the torch of a lifeless corpse
inside, a source of light is formed
but couldn't open eyes to a lion's roar
slumbering through a quiet storm
I found some old work and experimented a bit. The illustration was originally intended for a story called Jennie. It's about cats but I did a horrible drawing of the feline which was originally located on the right hand side of the drawing. Quiet Storm. Got the idea from Mobb Deep.
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