she bore
a pedigree of insanity
familial psychosis
incarcerations for generations
by the state of disrepute
she grew ocellated skin
to watch all those around
congenital paranoia from
generations of incarcerations;
and absorb she did
news in the common room
of war and isolation
famine and torture
religion and murder
greed and lies
magma flowed through her
she’d be the catalyst against
the state of disregard
a state in motion –
always in motion –
inventing ways to silence her,
as they did her progenitors,
and their’s before, criminals
creating laws and roadblocks
spreading rumors, violent threats
marching their army of
dead heads,
their zombies of terror
homegrown terror, and
she struggled with
a pedigree of humanity;
fighting fire with fire
that broke the laws
created by the ever moving
chameleonic chaos
to protect the madness,
the power, until
she couldn’t fight
couldn’t speak, couldn’t
believe
incarcerated in silence
watching the world burn,
the minority of insanity
generated her state
of disrepair
love the image of “ocellated skin” – more drawing ideas for when I’m in drawing mode
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Thanks, happy to help :p
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i have tons of drawing ideas but lately my motivation isn’t up to par :I
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It happens (:
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