Taken by uncontrolled anger Being lost in the moment The rush of adrenaline A whirlwind of madness A ballet of the blinded A frenzied battle Crimson painting the walls Shattered glass on the floor A beautiful dance of devils Here it begins Here it ends
He sees nothing yet sees it all It passes by him, shadows every one Yet he drives on Ever on, to the last known place But it's so strange a world He stops to stare Frozen solid And becomes dust in the wind
I love this because the thought that is put into the entire thing. The broken mask revealing a panicked Cry, the fact that his arm disappears into the darkness, the blood on himself and the wall. It works well together and the shading and color palettes make it look like a saddened landscape. The hood touching the back of his head along with the strings going forward makes it look like he's having a hard time running and is stumbling. I wish I could do this well.