I'll try to add stuff to my gallery weekly and come around more to comment and look at stuff here on DA
Cya for now


Where the Prickly thorns lie In my body there lies a road:Where the Prickly thorns lie by ~Erist
formed out of my blood and deviod of soul
the silken liquid flows
covering the withered rose patch
the Crimson-red artifices of love, cry tears
knowing soon that once the wind blows
and the etenal liquid dries
So will they wither and die...
The deathbed of roses: Where the Prickly thorns lie