I could burn your nowheres black
These opposite identicals, perfect in imperfection
Screaming desparate to be romantically tragic
And screaming to find it
And screaming
From little charred remains of lungs
Crumbling with every inhalation
I could inhale you, baby, like a smoke
You're holding onto something you can't touch
We were never really real
While your eyes are stinging you'll remember
What it really is to feel
In that manner after poets we're arranged
The prima dona knows to recite her lines
And others sweep ticket stubs in the street
I wanna burn it all to the ground
Like I burn for you
Yeee. Ink.
Eloise de la Vesta and Vincent J. Arrio. But you knew that.
I can't even begin to tell you how much I'm loving this crazy, weird proportions going on.
Onieros @ Dead Squirrel Comics
(c) J. E. Seames 2007
Comments
Yammo Says:
Class meets....well Arrio
Very sexy and very interesting proportions.
benjamin breeg Says:
Bow chika bow wow. lol awsome pic RJ
elle Says:
Whoa, Elly. She be HOT stuff. She's even makin' Arrio look classy, yo.
Tumult Says:
Ohhh lovely inks!
I cant say how much I love that smoke, and how shes holding the match in her mouth. You have such interesting characters.
flyingfox560 Says:
Great flowing motions in this pic! Love the lines!
Sana Says:
Rikki Merie Says:
Such intrigue! :} I love the passionate sort of expression on them both, as well as the boldness of he lines, and ... its just really great o____o period... I dunno, its pratically making my jaw drop down. Very nice vivid piece im definately going to fave