Masked
I still feel the bitterness in my heart. Masking my true emotions from my family. An untrue forgiveness. I am still bleeding, crying, screaming and cringing.
Mind Debris
The art of looking deep inside myself, cracking the code of what makes me, me. Trying to visualize and interpret my imagination.
Honey, so sweet. So divine. Honey, you yenoh, you know. Let me learn the secrets behind those kaleidoscope eyes. Honey, Let me scratch the walls inside your brain. Digging for clues. Brush away the dust to see clearly. You're here to stay. You're here to save my soul.
Eyes Are The Stained Glass Windows To The Soul
Look into my eyes and explore the secrets of the journey I've endured.  The long winding road with good and evil lingering on either the left or right sides of the road. Im just an animal trying to find my home. A game of lost then found then lost again.
Bust Out
Why do I feel this way? Like I want to rip out my insides to shreds and stare them in the face. I feel so violent, angry. Impulsive, like I could rip someones eyes out of their sockets and bounce them like bouncy balls. Cool, calm and collect on the outside but there is a fucking monster raging inside of me.
Don't Sell The Brain
Are you brainwashed? I was. It is a terrible way of life. Being scared into believing. Being scared into doing. Dont sell your mind to God because it will cost ten fold it buy it back from the Devil.
Mental State
I crave a self induced mental state of craziness. Something that makes me squirmy and uncomfortable.
Looking For Peace
I ain't no scholar. Just a goddamned painter trying to get rid of these fucking feels inside of me. I slap them on paper, sling them around with ink. I ain't got no talent just looking for a moment of peace and quiet inside me before I start a riot. Trying to find the sunny side of hell before I dig my own grave and see the real side of hell.
Eating Myself
My mind is eating itself. The devil inside me is hungry, feasting on what is left of my brain. It stalks my every thought, eating the good ones for breakfast, lunch and dinner; leaving the bad ones to rot and grow a filthy bacteria.
Already Dead
My lover killed himself. Many times over. Both before and after he met me. Then he killed me too. Once on the porch and a many times in the bedroom. We killed ourselves together. Hand in hand, we escaped this reality and entered into a dimension we had never laid eyes on before. We came back to life and then killed ourselves again just for the rush.
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GEMININSIDES

A series of self portraits, illustrating my battle with the dueling sides of myself. The tug between calm and insanity, good and evil.
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