With which death had come about That had left it's stain On the essence of her breath And leave the memory Tangled in her backbone With blood and pale ink. -poem by yours truly. you brand me with the stigmata of your finger paint slitherings from the iron feast tangent of my blood lust, thriving on the displasia of your malignant life that heaves beneath me, draining to reveal the graticule to follow beyond if you must -poem by ` jade-pandora I know it's a bit darker than what I normally submit, but I was inspired by the stock photo of the model. I had to do something macabre with it after all. It came to me in a dream....kidding. xDD Enjoy! CREDITS: : [link] , : [link] , : [link] , : [link] *freedigitalphotos.net: [link] *personal resources + painted __________________________________________________ IMPORTANT © COPYRIGHT NOTICE The work contained in my gallery is copyrighted ©2006-2010 Jenny Gray. All rights reserved. My work may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any way without my written permission. My work does not belong to the public domain. PLEASE IF YOU FIND ANY OF MY ARTWORK STOLEN, ABUSED, ETC., PLEASE NOTIFY ME IMMEDIATELY.