Anyway, I don't have much free time lately, but holidays are soon coming, which meens I'll be probably bored often enough to do somethin
Wesolych Mikolajek.
RIP ALEX.


Broken AngelRain and city lights falling through the window. Standing there, a golden crow with broken wings. His soul once pure, now bleeding, hurt with the view of devastation creeping down the street. He once flew across the sky, spread safety and light through the crowded streets. When he landed and they saw him... "Freak!", "Monster!", he heard. And then those scary crushing noises- like Hell's gates flew open and all the evil escaped. They hurt him, and he bled and cried and ran away. Now, hiding in his asylum- his soul turns gray and dead and his wings turn slowly to ashes. No light's left. But all he can think of is how to saveBroken Angel


Sticking out"Sticking out"Sticking out
Everything's on fire. Everyone's dead. You killed the way I used to be. Destroyed the real, the only me.
My Angel gave me these words. He gave me his sword. I guess you know that, As you see it sticking Out of your soulless heart.


Fight"Fight"Fight
This beast, unknown, unbelivable. This monster, unable to kill. This thing, that's not mine.
Spilled blood on the floor. Spilled blood on the wall. A hole in the door.
All pained, all wrong. We're both gone. He smiles, I die.
City Night
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Look at the floor, see the ceiling.
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Look at the floor, see the ceiling.
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My sculptures are sold on auction here [link]
see more of my work . . .visit my site [link]
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