a little sketch and color

sketches out of a little sketchbook i carry around

and sketch in otherwise scribble a mass of ideas or lyrics of whats going through my ears during those weekdays hour long bus ride back and forth from work

looks like prosthetics

what came to mind when listening to the opening of the track 'peace' by apolyptica huge trees in a vast forest, a gray sky, creatures moving around

its the last few seconds before a limit is pushed and destruction begins without any stopping

it comes- blood pouring heavily down from the top of the trees

the highest points in touch with the ground around you

flooding the surfaces and covering everything in red

youre there and you watch all life get wiped out with the red

trying to escape

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