We whose souls are clothed in BLACK

We are the Living Dead, We whose souls are clothed in Black.
We stand in this world, not feeling nor crying.
We watch those who laugh, who live, and we try, oh we try.

We are the Heartless, We whose souls are clothed in Black.
We view the world, without feel nor care.
We see the happy, the sad, and we wonder what feelings are theirs.

We are the Lost, We whose souls are clothed in Black.
We see those who know pain, laugh out loud.
And those who cry, happy in a crowd.

We see this and we wonder what they have we do not.
Then we look down, and see our souls clothed in BLACK

Lost

Wild hair falls in face,
Lost in Time, lost in Space.
Hollow eyes staring onward,
Sitting in your dark corner.
Gone is the sense of innocence,
Now is the weight of experience.
Sadness, sorrow, grief,
Wandering the barren heath.
On this long and lonely sojourn,
Traveling like the one who mourns.
Red eyes with no whites, just black.
Heart stretched on an eternal rack.
Bones crack, muscles sore,
Pain reaches to the very core.
Lightning burns down base of skull,
Sweat runs down wet and cool.
Thoughts deranged like ancient Macbeth,
Does peace come only from Death?

Crazed

Do you hear voices,
Whispering quietly in your ear?
Do they help you make choices,
Or keep you in constant fear?
Is it loud and roaring?
Does it control your mind?
Do you wake up every morning,
With this voice, harsh and unkind?
Does it affect your mentality?
This is insanity.

The beautiful Alex...

This is a picture I drew of my friend Alex. I did it on traceing paper and did most of the hair with neaded eraser. then I copied it and colored it with colored pencil.

Kenny & Wildthing

Kenny and Wildthing, another comic character I have. Notice the difference between how they are drawn, Kenny is 'cartoon' style, while Wildthing is more 'comic' style.

Kenny

This is a little cartoon guy I came up with, some of my friends from Oregon might be familure with him. His name is Kenny, he is about 6 years old, and he is a cross between Calvin from 'Calvin and Hobbes" and my little brother Zach.

I am of the Night

People cannot see my other part,
The part that is me alone in the dark.
My eyes become bright,
I can see at night.
Darkness becomes my comforter,
I can let out my creature.
My senses are keener, I can sense all.
My movements more fluid, stealthily I crawl.
I can feel the air becoming colder,
Feel my breath on you shoulder?
You can’t see me, don’t even try,
For when seen to the shadows I fly.
I do not fear the shadow; the dark is my friend,
And someday deep in the black of night I’ll meet my end.
I can disappear without a trace,
For the darkness I embrace.

Wolv and Sharktooth

I am the Wolv who’s friend of the Shark,
And one from the other you’ll never part.
For when it was tried,
Our opponent cried.
For like two devils we fought,
Don’t believe me? I am Joshing you not!