|AEROSOL SPRAY, INK, KLEENEX, COTTON, LOUD MUSIC AND TOO MUCH COFFEE.|
Stellar ImmortalityStellar immortality, such a painful and taxing thing, made of bloody diamonds and extremism born from within a demon's ring.
Encased are the voices of lucidity, so very controlling and without love, the unlucky holder shall experience death, before their eyes and forever above.
As said by the candlewolf, from many years past and lost, "The holder of death shall remove the stages; press their faces towards the frost."
And this is why, dear children, thou shan't wish to live forever; dance with death for a peaceful moment, and ask yourself if you're clever.
Soft-spoken evidence, an opaque forthcoming,
Day after day, night after night.
Subsistence of an eternal, O so solitary being,
Roaming the air, scavenging an aeonian blight.
Longing for an ending to this perpetual state,
Hollowed, yet stained existence who knows no fatality,
Waiting for the bedding of oneself in the arms of faith,
The answer to this never-ending tragedy.
Come to me. Come to me, dear apogee.
Carry me to my kin, my darling souls with whom I parted ways.
For so long, the torment, the agony.
Lethality, I beg you to take me, I pray.
My sorrowful mind knows no rest,
A storm of imagery, a picturesque collision of souvenirs.
With this curse I once believed I was blessed,
Until my heart desired no more than the soft sting of a spear.
Sad enough to dieSad enough to die
My soul is drowning in fear.
It's as if my heart were no longer beating.
I've been mourning myself ever since you left me here.
I lost the track of time but the clock keeps on ticking.
I still have the rose you gave me once in November.
Although it's withered I treasure it no matter what.
I live out of memories and lack of slumber.
I recall every little thing, our conversations, and our romantic walks.
All our moans and gasps are kept inside these lonesome walls.
Our old dreams and hopes are locked inside a rotten chest.
This sadness is so intense it almost feels like death.
If this is death then dead I am for I have lost my purpose and reason of all things.
Perhaps I'm sleeping, maybe it's all a bad dream.
Articulo MortisDreary eyes besiege to dream,
Of vague ebony in bloom.
Eroding hues in dusk obscure,
Dwindling passions haunt eternal.
Hexing quiescence so achingly sweet,
Repose unto funereal bliss.
Euphoric shivers delight the spine,
Comatose in winter sleep.
Waning memento weary unto death,
Astral incarnates dark as pitch.
Serenity enshrouds wilting mortality,
Lusting the transient skeletal caress.
Hush the breath, still the heart,
Void in slumber forever more.
I´m Mister Trece and i paint creepy things. That´s a good way to introduce mysfelf. I don´t call myself artist, because i´ve a really aerosol spray addiction, and i do it for the need to create and just for the fun of it. My influences comes from so many different worlds, from the horror movies of the 70´s and the 80´s, the art music covers, graffiti, the supernatural and paranormal, tattoo world, religions, philosophy, urban legends, music, life, death, and everything in between.My tools are a simple blade, a cardboard, aerosol spray cans,canvas, ink, cotton, kleenex, loud music and coffee. I don´t know if i can call my stuff stencil art, because my paints are raw and rotten, and that´s the way i like it. I want to create something different, new ways to create with the same old tools. I don´t know if i do it. But to be honest… I don´t give a fuck and who cares about it. You just should to know one thing: expect the unexpected.|
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