You can't hide from the hidden,There's no rest while you're living.The darkness creeps inMalicious and unforgiving.
Speaking in riddles of reality and fiction, Subtle truths and false depictions.How am I to move onThrough this subliminal infliction?
Reaching out for understanding,but there's no one in the darkness.A faint whisper arises"There's no solace for the heartless."
A lack of answers leaves me wanting.Why does it press on my conscience so?Why is it forever haunting?Why won't you simply let it go?
-Dan Phillips (Design Philled)
Done in Adobe Illustrator