Hey little man, your last thread's come undone
There's a hole in your head and you're spilling your guts
All over the floor
There's a hole in your tire and your brain's damn near fried
You can run pretty fast when your life is on the line
I wish you'd give it a rest
Give your useless self a rest

I'm pretty sure we've met before
And Something tells me we'll meet again
Your name still escapes me but you seem so familiar
Beneath a tree that's no shelter in the rain
I'll camp out 'till I remember your name
And I'll abandon every facade, I'll be ready to die
The day that I'm released from the prison of my mind

It's a conscious decision, you know, you and I
An unfocused rendition of a deeper truth
There remains a subversive whisper in the breeze
And a hope that over powers my relenting logic
But life goes on, or so they say


--Ahem, the above kind of has 2 voices/perspectives sort of.. I could map it out for you but I think it is better ambiguous.--

SO yea, just a sketch I'm really happy with. I'm going to colour this one. I've already started to ink and colour loosely with pencil crayons but there will likely be two versions of it once my tablet is back in my hand just cuz I wanna get back into using it.

I'm still trying to think of a background other then something abstract and surreal. I'm open to thoughts/ideas.