You cannot stop till you have learned
Insanity has this way turned.
It chills the blood and swallows lives
Hatred poured from empty eyes.
It barrels forward dripping red
A twisted sickness living dead…
A jagged open mouth that screams
A mouth that snaps and grips and steams.
And like so many men before,
Insanity now knocks at your door.
It takes you, and for all its fright
It gently pulls you close and tight...
And gently whispers loving lies into your waiting ear…
for truth is good, and pure, and just, but is not welcome here.
Based on microscopic pictures of worm proboscises and an old creature concept that I did.
Tip Jar- Ya know, if you feel like it...[link]