"Beautiful nightmare" is the name of my mind.
Ruled by a frozen, lunatic version of me, this field of black roses is where all the darkness of my heart rests.
When I need to draw, I go to her and open her cage. The darker I see everything, the brighter my drawings are.
It is very difficult to draw something without her since that change of dark material into bright one is absolutely necessary.
She is my darkness, my rage, my frustration, my tears... my... soul. I need to cry leaden tears to purify my soul!
Her wonder is sublime, even if it is into a delirium attack.
This piece was going to be first called "delirium" and I tried to draw it for months; then I wanted to call it "sublime" while drawing.
She said "I am product of a sublime delirium. Call me like that, and set me free!"
I did it: She is my queen.
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