Once upon a time,there was this little girl.
standing on the edge of oblivion.
As she led her life,she learnt something about our bitter world:
There's no heaven,but you can improve hell.
Glory would not be saved for her deeds and demands
She would try to claim everything by her acts.
And death would come with wings of acid,so
why poison her very self?
She didn't need to cut her string
She just needed to maintain her health.
for the ladies of faith would come when
time was ripe.
Atropos with her iron scissors,to stop
the flow of blood in her veins.But no,end was just near.No yet to reach.
Although the vicious scythe of the reaper had touched before,he would not take her
for she would be a very interesting sight to watch as she would fall.
Such is the story you shall read and this is just another start,for when rust gets us all,we shall remember who we are.

Lettered by darkness…she hid under the mattress words twisted and lost…
Portrayal of the ghost. A ghost that would come back to haunt her one day.
As the elders would say.
Meaning a new dawn, her hands stained with coal, she was again reborn under the pleading sound of the rain, comforting her that it wasn’t her time to go.
But she could exit anytime, for this life was the crime all the pain came from.
But she wouldn’t die. She would just suffer. An artist without time to produce art is not an artist. It was like she was tested by forces greater than her, by a god or a devil. She decided to endure.’ Because if death equals nothingness, then she would gladly shed her life to be released of consciousness, but if there was an after life
She would fight for it, for an after death praise…Like any human being, she had to rely on something superior than herself, only to feel that she wasn’t alone. To feel graced. One day she would make the world see her and say…that she deserved more. That she was a good person. And in her funeral people would not cry, they would laugh by all the great moments they spent with her.
Silently,as a vermin crawling to find shelter from the storm,she pledged a vow to a future of jest and success:

“My heart shall stand tall in front of every sin I commit or someone commits against me. My skin will be sacrificed to the altar of pain, in order to free my weaknesses. Therefore I shall draw until the end of my earthly existence to make life more vivacious. I solemnly swear never to lose my belief and stop drawing…For soon I shall evolve"

Mangakafromhell.