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A chronic broken heart breeds a pitch dark melanoma deep in the pits of the heart. Grief after grief, ache after pain after dwelling after broken hope. Rejected, neglected, beaten, battered, and forgotten is the heart of the lonely. I am content in life. And yet, when I see the peace and joy and stability in couples, I am left with this hole in my heart where something should be. And it hurts. I have talent and ambition, resource and luck. But not one by my side. And it hurts. Art has been my bride I thought, but art does not embrace, nor does it hold and comfort, nor whisper sweet nothings in the morning, nor does it look me in the eye and tell me I'm special. And it hurts. Art is my joy and pride, but not my bride. Wed not, but a grieving widower am I, for my bride was but a portrait all along.
And within the stirring soul of an Emovere's Constant, grows a grief, a bitterness. A vengeance, a safeguard unto pain. A living cancer upon the heart, a blight of the soul that condemns love, condemned by love itself. The pain of neglect and rejection rejects all threats of neglect. It seals up the heart in rusty chains and bars, never allowing one to open it up and love. It pushes away the longings of the heart just out of reach and sabotages all towers before they can crumble on their own. It is a safeguard from grief. One that flees from grief by creating it. Forcing loneliness to eliminate rejection. Generating hate to overthrow love.
The negativity generated by love's death, the ripples tearing through the heart in the wake of hate. Upon this day, the remembered day of the old Massacre, does my heart turn black and cold, and my Emovere wear chains. All but that of hate and vengeance. Upon this day of love, there is only turmoil. A child of rejection, a lad of the heart's loathing comes to the aid of the heartbroken rabbit. And yet it always sticks around, a growing and breeding rage deep within a heart that wishes to love and be loved. Grief after grief, ache after pain after dwelling after broken hope, the angry blot grows and slows my heart. I do not know the feeling of lover's loyalty and the idea grows ever more distant with each public proposal, each message in the sky, each public display. I look around me and feel alone and can only see what I've never had. And it hurts.
Something something Valentines' Day I guess. Enjoy.
And within the stirring soul of an Emovere's Constant, grows a grief, a bitterness. A vengeance, a safeguard unto pain. A living cancer upon the heart, a blight of the soul that condemns love, condemned by love itself. The pain of neglect and rejection rejects all threats of neglect. It seals up the heart in rusty chains and bars, never allowing one to open it up and love. It pushes away the longings of the heart just out of reach and sabotages all towers before they can crumble on their own. It is a safeguard from grief. One that flees from grief by creating it. Forcing loneliness to eliminate rejection. Generating hate to overthrow love.
The negativity generated by love's death, the ripples tearing through the heart in the wake of hate. Upon this day, the remembered day of the old Massacre, does my heart turn black and cold, and my Emovere wear chains. All but that of hate and vengeance. Upon this day of love, there is only turmoil. A child of rejection, a lad of the heart's loathing comes to the aid of the heartbroken rabbit. And yet it always sticks around, a growing and breeding rage deep within a heart that wishes to love and be loved. Grief after grief, ache after pain after dwelling after broken hope, the angry blot grows and slows my heart. I do not know the feeling of lover's loyalty and the idea grows ever more distant with each public proposal, each message in the sky, each public display. I look around me and feel alone and can only see what I've never had. And it hurts.
Something something Valentines' Day I guess. Enjoy.
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Rabbit / Hare
Size 1280 x 860px
File Size 121.4 kB
hey there, I'm not really much for commenting, and I don't really want to like overstep my boundaries but... I'm sorry this time of year brings these thoughts to the forefront, and I'm sorry these things cause you such pain. I know I have a similar problem myself and a lot of my issues only make it worse. I, umm... suppose what I'm trying to say is you're not alone in your loneliness. I will offer the same thing I offer to everyone even though I know we're not close enough for that, if you ever need someone to talk to I would be glad to at least be an ear, but again I'm sure you have closer people who have a better connection and you should be sure to talk to them as well. I just... know what it's like to go through pain like this, and feel I need to at least offer because I don't always feel like people offer to me (they do, but you know, depression and the sort).
a-anyway I love your art and I hope you can find happiness in whatever way you need. I, umm, will see myself back to my corner -slinks away-
a-anyway I love your art and I hope you can find happiness in whatever way you need. I, umm, will see myself back to my corner -slinks away-
It does help when other people understand. Feel less alone, and in other ways makes me feel less entitled to complaint myself. <X3
Thank ya sonkun for the kind words and spirited speech. It means a whole lot to me. I hope you find your peace and joy as well. <=3
No need to ever hide around me, you're always welcome here. c=
Thank ya sonkun for the kind words and spirited speech. It means a whole lot to me. I hope you find your peace and joy as well. <=3
No need to ever hide around me, you're always welcome here. c=
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