picture of a hand rendered piece i did of a poem i wrote, can't quite see the detail, I will try to fix that... it was all inked free hand without tracing (lines were set up as guides to keep it straight)... it was done on arches paper that was about 40" long and after inking i baked it in the oven for about 20min at 400 degrees then i took it outside and rubbed it in the dirt...the poem reads as follows:

Alone

wondering
who I am
with an unkown urge
to hurt
those innocents

I sit staring at my hands
yearning
for them to be drenched in blood
saturated
dripping
warm liquid
turning cool
life escaping

I hear the sweet sounds
bones snapping
cries
of complete and utter
agony

flesh
sinew
torn
from the pearly structure
holding us upright
the difference
between us and jello
begging to be crippled

I want to dig
my way into the core
I want to find
that immortal soul
and rip it to shreds

Pain
mine or theirs
the same
excruciating
numbing
enlightening
pain

I can only dream
of such glorious
wretches
deserving of this

I am locked away
harboring
this torture
awaiting a monster
deserving

a non existent
release

so I sit

Alone
hidden

by a good man
an average man
trying desperately
to do his right
I am
kept secret

by a fool