Art 8


So this......I don't know what this is but I did this today during recess.....soo....here it is...

It says= my only friends are the ones they call monsters 

With needles and drugs flowing through their veins they cry and bleed through the night.

The bullet holes shatter their souls,

As they whimper and scream through the dark lonely night.

The scalpel and needles poke and prod as they beg like dogs for mercy and freedom.

In the end they were freed, but it wasn't how they had dreamed.

Our Hope      our Reality

They were left in the ground never to be found.

R.I.P 

The Freaks and Monsters 





So that's it......I don't know how I wrote and drew this.....but my mind is vast....so I must have pulled this out of some gutter from deep within it.....well anyway...I hope you liked it and I hoped it was decent.

Stay sincere, Tootaloo~

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