It's a man. He is sad. He is sad because he cannot see the beauty of the world around him.
The red represents his blood, which was shed when he lost his eyes.
The blue represents his tears, which were shed when he lost his eyes.

Dunno where this is going yet. Any feedback? :D

You know he's in there... somewhere...


Ever since I first played the game "Exmortis" on Newgrounds I've been afraid of tunnels. o_o'

The door opens and i see myself... only twisted. Blood glimmers on my clothes... I am broken. There is nothing left but anger and pain. The hollow shell of who I am. I can't look away.. the twisting darkness consumes me....

It boggles the mind...

The famous nightmare and strange image we tend to think of when alone, in the dark. :}
Don't have to tell you it still didn't come out the way I wanted. They never really do. :}

Ok people..we are off and running..... let's have em!

I open the door to find the vision of myself staring right back at me; the idle flashes of memory, imagery that flies by too fast for the eyes to process, the black butterflies swirling around before conscious escapes this bewildering estate of affiars. I see the ghostly waters that swallow bodies whole, sucking me in to relive my past. The reflection of my present day life is shining above the surface, waiting patiently for me to break its calm and enter the new disfigured picture. People that take pictures of you while you slowly drown in the river.
Waking up in the cold sweat of reality; heart racing, chest heaving, eyes wandering to the fragment of a ceiling above me. I'm shaking inside, as if each encounter formed another wraith in the ripples of the water...
You're just opening another door by peering in.

too bad I cant draw cars.

Ugh...yeah, my first time drawing something scary. My actual nightmare is clown but I didn't want to draw them since they disturb me.

haha...I'm an addict now XD

This black wolf shows up in my dreams all the time. Sometimes it's like I'm sitting in a small clearing in the forest, near a fire (though the fire's never seen), and he'll circle me, just outside the ring of light. Sometimes it's just him running through the trees. Sometimes he leaves red footprints, sometimes he leaves blue ones. But it's always in a forest, there's always snow, and it's always at night, with a bit of mist around. And it's not uncommon to see a black bird perched in one of the trees or flying above him. I'm not sure why he scares me so much. He never harms me in dreams, never growls, never bares his teeth. He might howl now and then, but that's about it. Running, circling the light, howling, it's hardly threatening. But every time he visits me I get this unnerving feeling that lingers a while after I wake up.