waiting

                                                        Waiting

Waiting, always waiting…
 But for what? Nothing will ever come…

Dumb, boring seeking for a life
A life that never will satisfy my will…

And then come the death, a friendly one…
All smiles and welcoming, waiting for me to give up…

But should I just give up? Give up of trying?
However, trying what? Suffering, crying and waiting…

Then come death my friendly one,
You that always been waiting

Come now and embrace me with or love
An infinity love that never end
And never will let me go…

                                        darkrose

my charcoal drawings

  Well it started when I was about 11 years old, back there I was living with my grandparents for a year and solitude was just  knocking on my door, as they were an old fashion mind, full of rules, there weren’t a space for arts and fantasy. However, I always looked things differently and drawing was a way to express 

myself…sad that was little my way of expressing as drawing soon became another prohibit thing…

It was some more years later that I fall in love with all the contest on fairies and their world, not alone with the shadow of the darkness that always had a spot in my heart. So its difficult to describe some of my drawings, or why did I choose to draw them at the time. Some of them were taken as many from books,

cards and so many others are little pieces of me...